#dr robert laing smut

[smolvenger]

@holdmytesseract I promised full commentary and though yesterday on Tumblr was a shit show of never ending shit raining on shit on top of a shit parade, here I am alive after that! And this fic is the OPPOSITE of that!

First off, can we all say a collective THANK YOU to Charlotte for hooking us off with Doctor Sexy??!!?! Like- holy cow!! She needs a noble peace prize for sisters!

When Reader's jaw hit the floor so did mine! The way you describe him, oh my gosh, I was giggling as I was reading this. And on today's episode of "This YN Is Stronger Than Me," how did YN not fall into the floor on seeing him? I would have folded like a chair!

Also...YN telling herself not to fall for him bc she knows he is a whore and saying that he will likely just nut and move on to the next girl kind of broke my heart too...awwww (but good thing this fic has a happy ending, hehehehe)

Oh, and then for the next part- there was the party! And you got the whole vibe of the high rise parties just perfectly, bestie! Sooo good! And people in undress! But yet...Robert and Reader are just vibing and talking so they get to know each other! Even though I would be tempted to hop on and enjoy a mango ride then and there but their connection and chemistry is so real!

Then Wilder showed up and you absolutely made me hate his ass! The way I could smell the cigarettes like "BLECCCCH" and to quote @holdmytesseract I wanted to slap him so bad. But then yes! Robert came in and was all Knight in Shining Armor and got him away!

But then- THE SMUT HOLY COW BESTIE!!! And they're in public!?!?! Just doing it!!! But then when they got to the TABLE HOLY OF ALL THINGS FUQUE!!!

The way he was at it so it quoted the scene in the movie but with the feeling (and with us as reader so it was even better) I'm getting all tingly and some of the hornies just thinking about that scene. and him being a gentleman and asking to take off part of her dress! I am weak for table or desk smut so I could feel myself going both "oh no" and "oh yeah" mentally at the same time!!!

Awww, and the ending! When he walked her to her place, bc he's a gentleman in the streets but a freak in the sheets. And they decided to become a thing that really did warm and touch my heart!

Overall, this was a freaking MASTERPIECE and I will have to read it again!!!

fateful favors [kinktober 2023: love bites]

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Summary: What started as a plan to join your sister at a tenant party in your new apartment building takes a trajectory you didn't expect when you discover she's arranged for someone to keep you company tonight

Pairing: Robert Laing x Reader

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, you know the drill and i am not the one); public sex; unprotected p in v; vaginal fingering; language; Wilder (yes he's a warning as he should be); mentions of alcohol consumption; slightest lil angst towards the end [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: Reader is Charlotte's sister

"Charlotte I cannot believe you," you groaned as you paced your sister's swanky high-rise apartment, the clacking from her stilettos on your feet echoing with every step. "I thought the point of asking me to go with you to this forsaken party was so that you didn't have to ward off that creeper five floors below you and now you're telling me that you commissioned one of your former flings in this building to what? Babysit me?"

"Please, you should know me to be better than that, Y/N. I'm just trying to make sure that you'll be safe. Wilder has a more…ruthless tendency especially with new faces in these notorious parties with the rest of the tenants." She walked up behind you and helped zip up the rest of your dress, the top half now secure. "And he is not a former fling, he's a friend. Believe it or not, I do happen to have a few now."

"Right, sure." You scoffed at her description. "A friend you definitely shagged or else you wouldn't have described him as the biggest in the high rise." You waved your hands in her direction as if to say 'tell me I'm wrong' when your words put a bashful expression on her face. "Now this poor guy gets hired to be a glorified bodyguard against horny bastards when the point was that we stick together so that--ohh fucking Christ, that's it isn't it? You got him to babysit me because you're planning on hooking up with someone at this party!"

"I wouldn't use the term 'hired'," a new voice spoke from the doorway. "That would imply that payment will be involved."

When your eyes landed on the source of the new voice your jaw hit the floor.

The man wore a well-fitting suit that accentuated a clearly lean and muscular physique, the upper half of his white button-up shirt practically fighting for its life as it stretched across his chest. His trousers clinging just the right amount to sculpted thighs and highlighted exactly what your sister meant by the biggest in the high-rise.

He walked towards you with strides that you could imagine a wolf would take as it stalked its prey. With eyes dead set on its target with full intent to devour once the distance was crossed.

"And with someone as striking as yourself, I would hardly call it a hardship to keep you company tonight.” He brought your hand up to his lips and pressed a delicate kiss to your knuckles. "Doctor Robert Laing. I live two floors below."

Pick your jaw up off the floor, you hissed at yourself. "I'm uhm…Y/N. Just Y/N," you stammered, trying your damnedest to fight back the thrill that shot up your arm and made a bee line for between your legs at the feel of his lips on your skin. He's probably the most pro of the pros when it comes to getting knickers wet, Y/N, do not fucking fall for it.

He repeated your name slowly, as if he was rolling around each syllable on his tongue, all the while he still held your hand in his absurdly larger one. "Lovely to make your acquaintance. Shall we all head upstairs, then?" You could only manage to nod under his intense oceanic gaze, absolutely dumbfounded as he laced his fingers between yours and led you to the elevators.

You threw your sister a quick look in passing, mouthing 'Oh my God! To which she only gave you a knowing look as she nodded, mouthing back something that seemed like 'Have fun'.

When Charlotte invited you to a tenant party at the 29th floor, this was most definitely not what you were expecting. The party had extended well beyond the constraints of the host's apartment and bled into the hallway leading to its front door, the entire floor already beginning to give off the faint smell of liquor and sex. Some of the guests had paired off and were in various states of undress, pawing at each other and well on their way to becoming fully disrobed right there in the corridor.

The inside was much more scandalous, sounds of grunting and obscene moans coming from the bedroom inside, door wide open as if they were inviting the other guests to stand and watch. Or join in.

You and Laing found a spot to sit in that kept a bit of distance from the fornication, him genuinely seeming interested in your work and the events that led you to the high-rise in the first place. About how long you'd be staying in the city and if you'd already gotten to know the lay of the land where the building's amenities were concerned, offering to show you around in the weekend if you were still here.

Much as you wanted to buy into the notion that someone that was so obviously out of your league was interested in getting to know you, you couldn't help the thought that perhaps he was just investing this much effort into this to try and rekindle something with your sister. The thought wasn't completely unfounded, considering Charlotte's history with having former flings going absolutely astonishing lengths to get into contact with her again to this day for her to direct her attentions their way again. And Robert Laing might be someone that the women in the party looked to and regarded as if he was some sort of sex god with the outright lust on their faces whenever they snuck a glance his way, but he was still a man, after all.

And with the way she was describing him to you earlier, she'd definitely entertained the thought of a repeat performance with him at least thrice. Probably still had the notion on the back burner of her mind even as she chatted it up with another attendee, yet another shockingly tall head turner in a black suit that looked tailored within an inch of its life and slicked back onyx curls with a look on his face that did more than enough to tell you she wouldn't be sleeping alone tonight.

The feel of Laing's hand on yours snapped you out of your thoughts, fingers deftly taking away the empty cup that you'd been picking at with your nails for the last few minutes. "I'll just go get us some fresh drinks. I won't be two minutes." You gave him a nod with a well-practiced smile, his words ringing a little too familiar and conjuring memories of gatherings much like this one sans the public displays of lasciviousness that you'd once attended with Charlotte where the sorry chap that had to accompany you would say nearly those exact words and that would be the last you'd hear from them.

It was a song and dance you were all too familiar with. And after repeat offenses you'd grown numb to it, expecting it, even.

What you weren't expecting was the sharp look that Laing had thrown somewhere behind your shoulder before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Save my seat, darling."

All you could say in response was a stupefied, "Sure."

Not even half a minute after he stepped away someone approached you, positioning himself behind where you were seated on the sofa, denim-clad thigh dangerously close to your shoulder. "Never seen your pretty face at one of these events. Are you new to the building, luv?"

You looked at the man that approached you, the stench of nicotine, alcohol, and lust coming off him in waves. He looked like one of those 'adult film' stars that you'd often find in the tapes that various exes had had hidden away. The man they dreamed of becoming so that they could rut into women that looked like your sister with reckless abandon and get paid for doing a shit job.

"I am." You kept your answer terse. Clipped. You'd dealt with men like this before, and for the most part all they wanted was for you to steer them Charlotte's way. Once they realized how guarded you were they'd leave you well enough alone.

"Smashing," he slurred, shifting his stance until he rested his elbows on the back of the couch, a little more eye level with you and now you could see the dangerous predatory gleam in his eyes. You recognized this look, too. Someone who took rejection one too many times and now he would just let the words roll off his back and take what he wanted anyway.

Someone you should run away from as fast as you humanly could in these god awful heels that Charlotte practically shoved you into. Or maybe if desperate times really do call for desperate measures I could drive the heel through his neck, you pondered quietly.

And despite knowing that he wasn't coming back, you found yourself hoping that Laing would pop up and offer some form of backup in case your hunch about this leering imposing guest was correct.

"The name's Richard Wilder," he said incoherently, a thick meaty hand sneakily trying to move across your shoulder to play with the strap holding your dress up and keeping you relatively decent compared to majority of the party. "Perhaps we can go find a corner somewhere and…get to know each other a little better."

You could feel your stomach recoil in disgust at the implication, partnered with the way a finger had worked its way under your dress strap and he was already leaning in closer and closer, the stench of the cigarettes and alcohol invading your space and searing the path from your nostrils to your brain. "I'm already here with someone," you managed to choke out as you struggled not to take a breath. The lie felt heavy on your tongue, but you wielded it regardless like a makeshift weapon that could maybe ward him off if you said it convincingly enough. "He should be back any second."

Wilder let out a scoffing laugh, his breath on a mission to sever your sense of smell within the next sixty seconds. "Who? Laing? Sweet thing you really are new here. That man's fucked his way through this building and back. You'll be lucky if he remembers your name come Saturday." He shifted even closer to you, pressing his nose into your hair and inhaling like a drug sniffing canine on a mission. "I reckon he's shriveled up down there from getting it wet all the fucking time--"

"Well I always say better shriveled than dry," you shot back, your mouth somehow having lost its filter as the alcohol kicked in and melted away your inhibitions. "You're so obviously bitter over that fact I can taste your jealousy when you exhale. Now please, get gone and find someone else to torment. Or better yet, you could go home and get ahead of that absolute banger of a hangover you'll have in the morning and start sleeping it off."

"Hmmm…bed. Now that is an excellent idea." He moved his hand down your arm until his fingers hooked around your elbow, trying to pull you up to your feet. "Come on, luv. I can make you feel so good you won't ever let me leave your bed even when my wife's knocking down your door with a fuckin' butcher's knife."

"Fucking hell, you're married? You're married and you're still looking for someone to warm your miserable dry cock?" The disgust was already causing your stomach to coil up, the urge to just take off one of your borrowed heels and jam it into the arm that was holding you in place becoming more and more tempting with each passing second. You scanned the room to see if you could discern which of the other guests was the unlucky bastard's wife, finding a heavily pregnant woman seated near the singular exit out into the hall with sad eyes and a scowl on her face as she eyed the man with a sloppy grip on you. "You're vile, Wilder. Go home to your wife and actually try to be a decent human if being a decent husband is too tall of an order for your miserable arse."

He looked as if you'd slapped him clean across the face. "You mouthy little slut where do you get off speaking to me like this?" He pulled on you harder, knocking you off balance and having you struggle to keep from him pulling you over and across the couch. "Don't fight it, little slut. I'll take you somewhere you can put that glib little mouth of yours to good use. Maybe if you're a good girl I'll even let you cum tonight--"

"Wilder get your paws off my date. Now." You could feel the coiling tension in your stomach begin to relax at the sound of Laing's voice over the speakers, an arm wrapping around your waist delicately while the other clamped around Wilder's wrist in a vice grip. "While I still have the inclination to ask nicely."

The burly man released you from his hold, raising his hands in the air with a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You probably weren't even worth the effort anyway," were his last words before he walked away, setting his sights on another woman and approaching her, a similar look of apprehensive disgust on the woman's face as he no doubt singed her nose hairs with his smell of sweat and cigarettes as he had done you just minutes ago.

"Come on, darling," Laing whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, slowly leading you toward the balcony, the fresh air making you gasp desperately for your next breaths as if you were trying to clear the outright disgust from your encounter out of your lungs. He kept his hold loose on you as you relaxed against the wall, his forehead pressed lightly against yours while he guided you through deep breaths, his woodsy citrusy scent helping to calm you even more. "I shouldn't have left you alone with him on the prowl. I'm so sorry, Y/N."

"Hey don't be so hard on yourself I'm honestly surprised you came back in the first place," you answered back, still slightly feeling the effects of the alcohol on you. "It's alright, really--"

Before you could tell him he could be done with his favor to Charlotte and you'd just go home and sleep off your adrenaline from your unfortunate run in, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours in a tender kiss. The thrill you felt earlier tonight from him kissing your hand had nothing on how his mouth on yours ignited a flame that quicly spread through your whole body, making your knees buckle as he pressed harder against you, his fingers weaving into your hair as his other arm wrapped around you while he worked his thigh between your legs.

"People like him don't particularly like hearing the word 'no'."

His words were fraught with meaning, like he was giving you a warning of what could befall you if you ever found yourself alone with him again. The mere thought of what could have happened if Laing didn't come around when he did and Wilder succeeded in dragging you off somewhere had you going frigid where you stood.

"Don't trouble yourself, sweet girl." He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, kissing a trail to your neck. "You'll find soon enough that this place will set things right sooner or later. He'll get what he deserves eventually without any intervention from us. Until that day comes I'll do what I can. Make sure no harm comes to you." You let out a sharp moan of his name when his lips glided across your skin in an open-mouthed kiss, feeling your body grow weak when you felt his tongue lick at your skin. "The best way to do that is to make sure he sees you're spoken for." He kissed his way up to your mouth again, both of you groaning into each other's mouths when his tongue slid past your lips and tangled with your own. "Make him see that you're mine."

"Am I, though?" You cursed your filterless mouth for letting the question leave your lips.

"If you want to be," he shot back with a boyish smile, pressing another kiss to your lips, lightly nipping at your bottom lip. "For the illusion. For the night. For longer. Whichever you choose."

You felt overwhelmed with emotions, but part of you felt inclined to trust in his words that things would be set right soon enough, the conviction in his tone reassuring you and allowing your mind to focus on the fire that was spreading throughout your entire body. The only response you could give him was a little nod before he gave you a devilish smirk and pressed harder against you, his hand sliding down your torso and working its way under your dress.

"Oh sweet girl," he cooed when his fingers slid up the inside of your thigh, coming into contact with the slick fabric of your panties. "Tell me this is for me. Make my night, I beg of you."

He traced up the length of your slit with the tips of his fingers, applying just the slightest bit of pressure when he reached your clit, circling the hardening nub with expert precision and coaxing an answer from you. "Who else…would it be for?" you gasped, arching against him and letting out a moan drowned out by the party going on mere feet away from you.

Your arched back gave him the chance to wrap his free arm around you and pull you flush against him, kissing a trail from your lips down your neck and stopping at the base of your throat, biting and sucking a bruise into the skin. "You'll have to watch your words, darling. You're making it quite difficult to be gentle with you."

Those last words had you throwing all your inhibitions into the wind. "Then don't be. You said you wanted them to see that I'm yours if I wanted to be?" You pulled him by the lapels of his coat into a searing kiss, catching you both by surprise. "I want to be. Kiss me, fuck me, do what you want with me. Show them. Make them all see that I'm yours."

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, muffling your moans into his coat as he pulled the fabric of your panties to the side and slid two sinfully long fingers inside of you, twisting and scissoring at your walls readying you for him.

"Look at me, sweet girl," he growled, pressing you flat against the wall and lightly grasping your chin with his free hand. The sight of his stormy gaze becoming near black from his dilated pupils stole your breath away.

He curled his fingers upwards, finding a spot that made you completely delirious that your thoughts swirled in your head. The only thought that remained, the only one that mattered, was Laing. And the absolute devastation he was about to put you through.

His free hand slid down the side of your body, grabbing your leg and hoisting it up to wrap around his waist, opening you up even more for him and pressing your bodies closer together. The thumping music from the party was overpowered by your heart furiously pulsing in your ears, a knot tightening more and more with every sensuous stroke of his fingers at that tender spot inside you.

"Come for me, little temptress," he grunted, his breath hot against your skin as he rested his forehead against yours, giving you a knowing smile before lightly rubbing tight circles against your clit with his thumb, eliciting a scream of his name that had a handful of people diverting their attention to what was transpiring between you and the building's resident doctor out here in the balcony. You could still feel your walls clenching and spasming even after he'd pulled his fingers from you.

The air left your lungs when he wrapped his hand around your other leg and your feet left the ground before he moved you away from the wall. "What--" Your words died in a high-pitched whine when your back made contact with the cold surface of the table, the sight of Laing standing over you and unbuckling his belt kicking your racing heart into overdrive.

"I think they all need a touch more convincing," he told you, a devilish grin spread across his face as he lined himself up at your entrance and sliding to the hilt inside of you in a single thrust. Watching him throw his head back, neck muscles tense as he let out a moan of pure decadence would be a memory that might stay with you for decades to come. "F-fuck, it's like I was made for you, sweet girl."

He set a steady pace, both of you moaning and screaming into the night every time your hips came together. But what had your mind swimming was the way he lifted your leg and positioned it so that your ankle rested on his shoulder, turning his head to press a tender kiss to the reddening strip of skin caused by the strap of your shoe. The tenderness of the action in stark contrast with the way he rocked his hips into yours making you whine and moan his name like a wolf in heat.

His other hand moved up the side of your body, fingers running along the slit opening at the cleavage of your dress. "May I?"

Your lack of filter once again had you cursing yourself. "You're already inside me, are you really asking permission to touch my tits?" He gave you that boyish smile again as you nodded your assent, his hand quickly working its way under the fabric to move the breezy fabric aside and expose your breast to the cold night air.

Near-obsidian eyes roamed your body laid out on the table before him, from the lustful expression on your face down to where your bodies were connected, the doctor biting his lip before leaning down to slant his mouth over hours in a frenzied kiss, your tongues tangling together as you buried your fingers in his hair. The slightest pull at his short curls had him growling against your mouth before he broke the kiss, making his way down to take your nipple into his mouth, grazing his teeth ever so slightly against the pebbled skin and making you release your hold on him when your eyes rolled back from the sheer ecstasy of it all.

When his thrusts became erratic you felt his hand at the swollen nub above your entrance, you let out a scream of his name as your climaxes overtook you both. You didn't know what came over you when you bit into his neck as you rode out the waves of your orgasm, but he took it as a cue to sink his teeth into the swell of your breast, both of you surely leaving a mark on each other that would stay for at least the next couple of days.

"There's no way I'm letting you drive home after this," he said softly once he caught his breath, pressing soft kisses to your cheek and temple while you were still trying to ground yourself. "Please let me escort you back to your place."

"Don't worry there won't be any driving required," you answered him, your mind still in a haze. "Just a walk to the elevator. 25C."

"Is that so?" You only nodded at him, giving him a fully sated smile as he moved the fabric of your dress to cover you again before tucking himself back into his trousers. He held your hand as he helped you off the table, pulling you into his arms again as soon as you were back on your feet to capture your lips in a tender kiss. "Well in that case…hello, neighbor."

This wasn't how you expected your night to end when you woke up this morning to Charlotte ceaselessly banging on the door to the apartment you'd just moved in to, practically begging you to go to the tenant party to both accompany her and celebrate your new home and the fact that you now lived so close to each other. You were more than ready to have ended the night with aching feet, slightly buzzed, and alone in bed. As you always did.

You didn't expect it to end feeling near boneless after spending the last few hours with the man that had initially been your companion for said party as a favor to your sister, bodies slick with sweat and without a stitch of clothing separating you. Coherent thoughts had ceased to form the second you two stepped foot into your apartment and he immediately hoisted you into his arms and carried you to the bedroom, and he brought you to orgasm so many times you lost count.

There was an air of utterly sexed out bliss that surrounded you that only shattered when both your labored breathing had evened out, and he pressed a kiss to your collarbone and spoke again. "I believe this is where we part ways, sweet girl."

Would it be entirely too dramatic if you said you felt your heart splinter at his words? Probably. But in the moment, that was how it felt. Like a rug had been pulled out from under your feet and you were immediately dropped from a vibrant fantasy world and straight back to the bleak reality that was your day to day.

"Should've known this was coming," you scoffed out, propping yourself up on your elbows as he pulled away, unable to hide the sting of disappointment playing at your features. "Should be used to it by now I really don't know why I even thought you'd be different, but fuck it. That's on me--"

"Wait, Y/N stop. Did…did you think I was about to leave because--"

"You got what you wanted. Fucked the new girl, novelty's gone, probably realized my sister's better, really I'm used to the song and dance. So really, everything's fine. Go. I'm a big girl, I'm not about to cry and moan about it." If only you could have fought against the tears that were stinging at the back of your eyes so you could actually sell the pitch.

"And here I thought you were about to kick me out of bed so I was just beating you to the punch. Leave with a shred of dignity, you know?"

His muttered words felt like ice water washing over your entire body, immediately reaching for him in the relative darkness of the bedroom, your fingertips tracing the marblesque features of his face as you touched your nose to his. "Who would ever be stupid enough to kick you out of bed?"

Your breath hitched when his fingers curled at the curve of your waist, his thumb stroking your skin and lightly brushing the underside of your breast. "If you say you don't want me to go then--"

"Stay." The word came out all too quickly, making you bite the inside of your cheek from how desperate you saw yourself the second you said it. No taking it back, now, you inwardly hissed. Fucking pathetic. "I--I mean only if you want to, if you don't really no harm no foul just pretend I didn't say anything--"

The rest of your words died in a surprised little squeak when he cut you off with a kiss, wrapping his arm around you and maneuvering you so that your back was once again laid flat on the mattress. "I want to," he sighed against your lips.

You two had settled into the center of the bed, your head resting on his shoulder while his fingertips traced down the length of your arm. "For longer," you blurted out, pressing a kiss to the corner of his jaw.

"For longer what, sweetheart?"

The endearment slipping from his lips had your heart doing  backflips in your chest. "You said something earlier about being yours if I wanted. For tonight or for longer. There's my answer. For longer."

The smile he gave you somehow shone brilliantly despite the dim lighting of your bedroom, with only the moon providing even the smallest glimmer of light. "You might reconsider that answer once I subject you to my cooking in the morning, darling."

"Well, nobody's perfect, Doctor Laing, but I won't hold that against you."

A/N: Welcome to Kinktober, everybody! I'm a couple days late because I literally just finished banging out (pun absolutely fully intended) the smut scene minutes before posting this. Like I mentioned before, I'm hoping to do 5 stories as an initial goal but I have 15 planned out. Anything that I don't end up making in October will still be made somewhere down the line, it's just gonna move down the priority ladder.

It has been a long while since I wrote smut, so please be gentle, I feel like I am babey again with how rusty I am. And also it's the first time I'm writing Laing so also…be gentle.

I'm already working on the next story which will be 'bath/shower' with an older Magnus Martinsson, so hopefully that'll be reaching your dashes in the next few days 🫡

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Updated Masterlist

Started: 28 February 2025

Last updated: 11 June 2025

Total works: 36

Angst💥; Fluff💫; Suggestive themes🔥

I don't write smut. All fics are 'x Reader' unless stated otherwise. I strive to mostly write gender-neutral Reader-characters, and I don't use Y/N.

DC Comics

The Scarecrow/Dr. Jonathan Crane

Ongoing series - There's nothing to fear when I'm with you (Jonathan x female OC)

Fighting boredom

John Contantine

Ongoing series - Restless: A Constantine/Good Omens Crossover (currently on hiatus)💫🔥(No Reader-character)

The Riddler/Edward Nygma

Starlight is for dancing🔥

Black Mask/Roman Sionis

We were together, I forget the rest💫🔥

The Sandman

The Corinthian

(The lesser of) two evils💥💫🔥

Life is the flower for which love is the honey💥💫

Morpheus/Dream of the Endless

To see a world in a grain of sand (Blind!Reader)

Grishaverse

Kaz Brekker

Stay💫

It is lightning that does the work💥💫

Nikolai Lantsov/Sturmhond

A mother is the truest friend we have💥💫 (Mother Figure!Reader)

Two ships in the night💫

The Hunger Games

Haymitch Abernathy

The Survivors 💥(Haymitch x female OC; slow burn) (Ongoing series)

Criminal Minds

Dr. Spencer Reid

Experience💫

Your song💫

Kidnapped for the vibes💥💫 (UnSub!Spencer Reid)

Interview with the Vampire (2022)

Armand

Would you like to be?💥💫

House of the Dragon

Larys Strong

Darkness shared by two💫🔥

Marvel

Dr. Stephen Strange

A little less awkward💫

Daredevil/Matt Murdock

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter 💫🔥

Greek Mythology

Apollo

Apollo - Autism💥💫 (No Reader-character)

Hermes

Hermes - Kleptomania💥 (No Reader-character)

Hades

Hades - Separation Anxiety Disorder💥💫 (No Reader-character)

Hypnos

WIP: Hypnos - Narcolepsy

Potterverse

Newt Scamander

Hold me close💥💫

Sirius & Regulus Black

The best way to make children good is to make them happy💥💫 (Parental Figure!Reader)

Supernatural

Lucifer

Wings of snow💫

Eyes of fire🔥

Gabriel

WIP: Run away with me, mon amour

Arcane

Viktor

Memorise you💥💫🔥 (Blind!Reader)

The Witcher (Netflix)

Jaskier

Sing a song only you can hear💫

Untitled WIP

Critical Role/The Legend of Vox Machina

Percival "Percy" de Rolo

While the music lasts💫

Prodigal Son

Malcolm Bright

Shut your eyes and see💥💫 (Blind!Reader)

Sherlock (BBC)

James "Jim" Moriarty

The world is boring for boring people💥💫🔥

Good Omens

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Aramis/René d'Herblay

Be kind, aim for my heart💫

Le Comte de Monte-Cristo (de La Patellière & Delaporte, 2024)

Edmond Dantès/The Count of Monte Cristo

Count your blessings

Amsterdam

LA by Night/Vampire the Masquerade

Robert Garrick

All your tomorrows start here💫

[enlitment]

Asking for a friend...

What, if anything, would you interpret into La Nouvelle Heloise being an 18th century man's favourite book?

No this is not about any history blorbo why do you ask...

Oh boy... I have only read some passages from it, because romance is not really my genre and I have a distinct feeling that the history which surrounds it is thousand times more interesting than the book itself.

That said, I'll combine all my useless JJ knowledge to give the best possible answer I can!

First of all, it cannot be overstated how massively popular it was when it came out, so it's actually kind of a mainstream choice (some people apparently paid an hourly fee just to rent the damn book)! It mainly struck a cord with women readers, but plenty of men read it as well. And cried over it (one guy even claimed he cried so hard it cured his cold somehow).

I know this will probably sound like an insane comparison, but I kind of think of it as an 18th-century equivalent of Fifty Shades? Both in terms of popularity and it being rather risqué, just less overtly so. For instance, there is definitely a Ménage à trois element to the story that will be very familiar to any poor, unfortunate reader of Rousseau's own Confessions...

My diagnosis? You reached for LNH if you wanted to read something that was actually quite raunchy, but which was so carefully wrapped in sentimental pathos with JJ's weird moral lessons sprinkled on top that it gave you plenty of plausible deniability (unlike, let's say, Bijoux or something more overt).

Definitely not a story about some horny Swiss idiots making their lives needlessly complicated. You could practically feel the virtue radiating from every page and penetrating your very soul! Ah, what bliss!

tl;dr: 1. a pretty mainstream choice for the time 2. as much as it pains me to say it JJ is unfortunately a damn good writer capable of throwing you on an emotional roller-coaster in just a few pages - so a part of me gets the appeal? 3. a sort-of-smut for people who would likely have hang-ups about reading actual smut or at least admitting to it (this would likely apply to a lot of people in the 1700s)

If you haven't read the chapter Readers Respond to Rousseau: The Fabrication of Romantic Sensitivity in Robert Darnton's The Great Cat Massacre please please do, it's amazing, it's funny, it's one of the best things I've read this year! It also involves some primary sources, most of which are - I'm sorry to say - fan mail to JJ.

On the other hand, if you're a man who's read Confessions six times, there's a high chance you might just be a bit of a sub... <- no, you appreciate the truth and virtue above all, obviously!

[smolvenger]

Hi guys- life has been stressful and anxiety inducing so to distract myself...I am opening requests for the week of 9/10-9/17!!!!!

Be aware requests take time for me and I will likely be slow and I might get distracted, so you can always remind me. Think of it like cooking in the oven- it will take more time but be extra yummy. But you can ask for headcanons, drabbles, or smaller one-shots.

I will write for x reader with a lot of characters I've written for in the past, including...

Tom Hiddlestons' characters including...

Loki Laufeyson

Prince Hal/Henry V (The Hollow Crown: Henry IV and V)

Jonathan Pine (The Night Manager)

Thomas Sharpe (Crimson Peak)

Dr. Robert Laing (High-Rise)

Cpn. James Nicholls (War Horse)

William Buxton (Return to Cranford)

Caius Martius Coriolanus (Coriolanus)

James Conrad (Kong: Skull Island)

Jaguar Villain! Tom

I'll include Prof! Hiddleston as a character, bc why not.

I can also try writing Bucky (like I did in the past) or Steve Rogers!

I do accept Smut requests, just assure me you are over 18. If you are ever unsure about something, don't be afraid to ask.

Some things I will not write:

I will not write the cheating trope if they cheat on each other or with each other. Just, no. I have literal panic attacks over media with cheating in it.

I will not write non-con. Dub-con I can still do, but non-con, no way.

I will not write three ways or multiple partners. I don't know how to do it write and I don't find it as compelling or sexy as others do.

I will not write anything regarding Stepfather! Character x Reader. Please nothing like that.

I hate The Essex Serpent and find it triggering so please do not ask me to write Will Ransome x Reader unless it's a fic where he gets beaten up for cheating on Stella and my poor little meow meow Stella lives happily ever after, I know plenty of other people here who would be perfectly happy to write for him and who take requests, you can always ask me.

No incest requests, please.

Other than that, for this week, go wild! I will close requests 9/17 11:59 pm EST!

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[glxssylaufey]

fly [dr. robert laing]

a/n: a small drabble entirely based off this quick scene from the film “High Rise” where Robert Laing realizes his fly is down as he's mid conversation with someone.

warning: light smut (18+) , cursing , slight dirty talk , mentions of smoking cigarettes

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“Robert!”

the apartment was sticky in uncomfortable silence.

Charlotte Melville sat at the small table in Laing’s kitchen while Richard Wilder stood calmly near by the sink.

“Oh, fuck!”

the cup of tea on the table rattled loudly upon the loud thud rising from the other room.

Wilder allowed a small snicker to escape his lips before he placed his cigarette between them.

“Richard.” Charlotte said almost in a shaky tone.

clearing her throat, she gained the balance to speak. 

“could you p-

“Please!”

“p-please turn on the radio.” she stumbled, giving Richard a smile.

Wilder knew Charlotte was certainly having vivid memories flood her mind from the erotic noises leaking into the air.

“oh sure, why not?” Richard tittered as he got up to turn on the radio placed neaty by Laing’s couch.

“Yes!”

quickly, Wilder clicked on the small box, allowing soft music to emits into the room.

maybe too soft.

“Please cum!”

there was a small string of small thumps against the wall followed by muffled moans and grunts.

Richard cleared his throat loudly, attempting to mask over the needy cries.

“Fuck!”

there was a final loud slam against the wall before the apartment stilled once again.

all that could be heard now from Laing’s apartment was the cheerful melody singing happily from the radio.

the music continued peacefully on before the door to the bedroom finally swung open.

“sorry that took long! i got a bit of a headache.” you apologized to Charlotte, walking towards the table she sat at motionless.

“oh, you poor thing!” Charlotte faked concern.

Robert followed out of the bedroom door not long after, meeting Richard’s eyes quick.

Wilder wore a smug smirk, looking Laing up and down with a small chuckle.

he definitely knew.

“Hey, Laing. need a smoke?” Richard offered, pointing a spare cigarette towards the man.

his hair was a mess and his tie was lazily put back upon his shirt.

“thank you.” Robert mumbled, stepping to accept his offer.

Robert pulled out his own lighter, setting the end of the cigarette aflame before taking a long drag.

“by the way, Laing.” Richard said dryly, turning to face him.

Laing winced a bit.

“yeah?”

Wilder smiled before looking down.

“your fly is open.”

Robert’s head flew downwards towards his crotch to find the zipper was down.

he mumbled something under his breath before quickly reaching to zip up his pants.

he never turned back to face Wilder after that.

instead he allowed his gaze to fall upon the hickey he planted on your neck from across the room.

[to-boldly-nope]

Where Did The Party Go?- Robert Laing x Female Reader Smut

Pairing: Robert Laing x Female Reader

Words: 1,471

Warnings: SMUT, PWP, dirty talk, unprotected sex, fingering, vaginal sex, drug and alcohol mention, smoking, public sex, orgasm denial?, just really bad writing

A/N: I need to get used to writing smut but I get so embarrassed and end up putting it off for weeks aha also like this is kinda filthy if you know me irl then you don't :)

A party on the 27th floor was the place to be tonight. The bass of the rock music vibrated the walls and the glasses full of cheap alcohol. Bodies were dancing or making out in a sense. You were propped up against the bar, holding a glass of cheap wine and chatting with the guy from 2512.

"So, you're a doctor?" You asked before drinking your wine.

"I study in physiology. What do you do for a living?"

You smirked and grabbed his tie, pulling him closer to you. You put your lips next to his ear and whispered, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

You let go of his tie and finished the rest of your wine. He lit a cigarette and you slightly coughed, waving the smoke away from your face.

"Sorry," he muttered while putting the cigarette in one of the dents in the ashtray.

"It's not you, it's the rest of the smoke. I'm surprised that nothing's caught fire yet."

"Is it like this all the time?"

You grabbed another bottle of wine and began to pour yourself another glass. "Yeah, I'd say so. I don't show up to many parties."

"Such a shame. My name's Robert Laing, by the way."

"You know, Robert, Charlotte wasn't the only one who saw you on the balcony last week. Haven't you heard of indecent exposure? However, if you wish to continue then I wouldn't protest much. You're such a marvelous sight."

Robert looked you up and down before smiling, "Would you like to dance?"

"And by dance you mean-?"

"Us being close together, moving as one," he smirked.

"You know me too well, Laing," you smiled as you sat down your wine glass.

Laing grabbed your hand and let you to somewhere in the room. All the songs that played were everything but slow and romantic, which sat the mood for the moment. You felt Laing push his chest into your back and he put his hand on your stomach, making you move with the beat.

"You like to be in control, don't you?"

You felt him grind into you and you bit your lip. If he kept this up then you'd be a goner.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He whispered in your ear like you did him earlier.

"I'm having the time of my life right now. Honestly, though, if you wanted to fuck me all you had to do was ask. I know we're both sober right now."

He nipped at your earlobe before placing kisses down your jaw and neck, making you whimper and smile.

"So, you wouldn't mind if I fuck you right here in front of all of these people?"

"Please," you scoffed as he began to leave hickies on you. Your hand went up to his hair as he continued to make you grind on him. "These people are so fucking horny all the time they'd probably enjoy it."

"I could always fuck you senseless on the balcony."

"Like you did Charlotte?" You laughed. "Won't she be upset when she learns that you fucked another girl the same way?"

He spun you around to where you were facing him. He looked annoyed in whatever light there was, but your teasing didn't help. "She was a one night stand. However, I like you and don't plan on getting rid of you that easily."

"Nor I you, Doctor."

"Good girl," he whispered as one of his hands went under your dress. He looked back up at you with a surprised look. "No panties? You made this easier for the both of us, haven't you?"

Before you could answer, he was drawing circles on your clit. You jolted from the sudden shock and let out a moan. His other hand was quick to grab your ass to hold you steady. He looked at your lips for a second before kissing you gently at first, then he kissed you again while using his tongue.

His hand went from your clit down to your core and he didn't hesitate to insert two of his fingers inside you.

"Shit," you moaned.

"You like that? Being fingered in front of all of these people?"

"God, yes."

Everybody was in their own little world, whether it was from the drugs or the alcohol, to even notice you and Laing. The music drowned out your moans and whimpers so they couldn't hear a thing.

His fingers curled and you let out a little scream. Laing only smiled at you, picking up his pace.

"Remember if you cum then you can't let it get on the carpet."

"What? Fucking hell-"

Laing pulled his fingers out of you and admired your arousal. "Balcony. Now."

You basically ran to the balcony with Laing following behind you. He lead you over the ledge and kissed you again, grabbing your legs and putting them around his waist.

It was quieter out on the balcony. The bass vibrations and chatter were still there, but the groans and panting were now audible for the both of you.

"Please, don't drop me," you said as he grinded against you again.

"I won't, don't worry. I got you."

He picked you up and laid you down on the table. Laing grabbed a hold of your legs and put them on his shoulders. He began to nip at your thighs, making your legs shake and almost close. You felt him lick an area of skin before biting it, making you let out a choked whimper.

"Do you like that? Use your words, baby."

"Yes, sir."

He groaned against your skin when you spoke, making you shiver in the warm summer night. "God, I think that you're going to be the best one I've ever had."

He put your legs down and quickly unbuckled his pants and you yanked his tie off before going to unbutton his shirt.

"Come here," he breathed out pulling your body close to his. He didn't hesitate to start thrusting into you. You were quick to wrap your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you and your legs around his waist. You dug your fingernails into his back while moaning.

"Do that again," he moaned, "God you feel so good."

You clawed at his back as he kissed you again, your moans muffled. You were embarrassed to admit that you were so close to cumming already and Laing could sense your feeling.

"Is my girl about to cum already? We just started," he smirked. "Just try to hold it a bit longer, ok?"

You nodded as he hit your g-spot, making you scream. Your chest heaved as you admired Laing from above you, eyes half-lidded and mouth open, he looked like a Greek god above you. He picked up his pace and the knot in your stomach wound tighter.

"C-cum?" You breathed. "Please?"

"Yes, oh god, fuck," he moaned out as he felt you clinch around him before cumming on him. He gave two more thrusts before cumming inside you, but he was still hard.

He grabbed you and flipped you over on your hands and knees. "You've been such a good girl. I'm sure you can handle round two, right?"

"Yes, sir. I can-"

"Just yes or no, dear."

"Yes, sir," you repeated.

"Good," he cooed while stroking your hair and then dragging his hand along your back. "If it's too much all you have to do is say something."

"Yes, sir."

His hands latched onto your hips as he inserted himself in you again, still containing his fast pace as before. The way his hands were gripping onto you, you were sure that there was going to be bruises.

"You're so beautiful taking my cock like this."

The music of the party inside began to fade as he continued to fuck you. You were sure that they can hear your moans and curses from inside now, but the thought just turned you on more.

"I'm gonna cum again," you moaned out as he began to place soft kisses along your spine.

"Me too," he simply grunted. He sped up his pace before burying himself deep inside of you and painting your walls white. You came soon after him.

"Would you like anything? Water? Some food?" Laing asked as he began getting dressed.

"I'm fine, thank you, Robert."

You handed him his tie and his shirt and he smiled as he took them, his face a tinted red and some of his his hair stuck to his forehead. A handsome creature he was.

"You never did tell me your name."

You got off the table and walked up to him and fixed his tie. "My name is (Y/N). Hope to see you around." You gave him a kiss and then walked away and he watched as you left. He really hoped that he too would see you around.

[frostbitten-written]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Tom Hiddleston - Fandom, High-Rise (2015), High-Rise (2015) RPF, High-Rise - J. G. Ballard, British Actor RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tom Hiddleston/Original Female Character(s), Tom Hiddleston/Reader, Tom Hiddleston & Original Female Character(s), Tom Hiddleston/Original Character(s), Tom Hiddleston/Original Female Character(s) of Color, Tom Hiddleston & Original Female Character(s) of Color, Tom Hiddleston & Reader, Tom Hiddleston & You, Tom Hiddleston & Original Character(s), Tom Hiddleston/You, Robert Laing (High-Rise) & Original Female Character(s), Robert Laing (High-Rise)/Reader, Robert Laing (High-Rise)/Original Female Character(s), Robert Laing (High-Rise)/Original Character(s) Characters: Tom Hiddleston, Robert Laing (High-Rise), Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), Original Female Character(s) of Color, Reader Additional Tags: Actor Tom Hiddleston, Dystopia, Thriller, vent fic, Dresses, Vaginal Fingering, Fingerfucking, Kissing, Rough Kissing, Neck Kissing, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Come Eating, Come Swallowing, Come as Lube, Fucking, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Public Sex, Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Risky, dangerous sex, Adrenaline, Accidental Voyeurism, Animalistic, Roughness, Chaos, Multiple Orgasms, Orgasm, Simultaneous Orgasm, High Rise - Freeform, Balcony Scene, Balcony Sex, Fluff and Smut, Smut, Shameless Smut, Don't Try This At Home, Stranger Sex, Angst, Angst and Porn

Summary:

Evelyn is a new resident living in the High Rise. It seems that she too has finally succumbed to her breaking point. In comes, Dr Robert Laing providing just what she needs, sex.

Preview:

“I haven’t fucked anyone in this building,” she suddenly blurted out.

Robert looked at her, searching her face for an answer; he remained neutral.

“And would you, consider it?”

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Hiddlesfic: Welcome to the High Life!

Hello Everybody!

I got lots of comments of my Masterlist of Hiddlefics about how helpful it was so, that’s how I decided to start this! This is my third review, and I am still new at this, so please feel free to give me feedback and let me know if my reviews spoil the story for you or actually makes you want to read them. 

I have been wanting to write about this series since I started reading it last week but I wasn't sure how to approach it, it is very intense but a good intense. You will devour each chapter and crave the next one! 

Thank you!

Welcome to the High Life

by: Lady Fluff

Summary by author: Three years have passed since the High Rise had gone to the dogs, leaving nothing but this insane domesticated wilderness. Almost feral residents and chaos. A goofy reporter decides to investigate and document it’s downfall.

Pairing: Robert Laing x Original Female Character

Warning: Contains swearing, non-con touching, rape and a feral paint obsessed man named Robert Laing. Fluff and Smut NSFW. Blood, death, non consented sexual acts and violence. Not for the faint of heart.

This series is already finished and has 10 published chapters:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 

This review is going to be a little bit different because this series is a little bit different of any series I have ever read. It has 10 chapters and a sequel called Welcome to the Real Life! (which I will also be reviewing!) both series are connected and incredibly well made. You start chapter 1 thinking you know the characters but as the series goes on, the characters evolve as well. 

This is a story of a reporter hired to investigate the remains and downfall of the High Rise 3 years after it all came to chaos. After being trapped inside the High Rise by Dr. Robert Laing the reporter has only one goal in mind and is determined to do whatever it takes to achieve it - survive and get out. 

I love a good forbidden/taboo romance, but WTTHL takes it to a whole new level. Wow! I'm almost certain most readers will go into this series thinking it's just another taboo romance just like the rest of them out there. Get rid of that thought now. Because I thought the same thing... This is THE taboo romance series of Tumblr. I'm torn with this series. It's like the story was going a certain way and then it morphed into a totally different type of story toward the end.

I am going to get serious here for a bit, this story starts with Robert as an attacker, he rapes a couple of women and kidnapps the reader. But stay with me here, I know this happens in real life and is a serious crime and many people actually suffer from acts like this, but this is a fictional story so give it a chance. 

The story is very intense, Robert seems more like a savage animal than a person and I actually was scared for a bit but I knew it was a Tom Hiddleston character so fluff and sweetness had to be coming our way, oh and it delivered!!!

Robert was untamed and savage behaving more like an animal but then became very protect and loyal towards reader. He believes that by kidnapping her he is protecting her both from the chaos from High Rise and from the outside danger. She is recording everything that is happening and he even changes her camera battery before it ran out just to make her happy. 

Robert was undomesticated and feral when the reader found him, but he starts making an effort to make the reader more comfortable and at ease, he starts talking more complete sentences (even if he only remembers how to talk in third person) and nicknames her “Little Bird” which I thought it was the cutest nickname. He carries her around everywhere because to him, she is the purest thing in the high rise. She is his is little bird. 

Called it Stockholm syndrome or call it love (since again, this is a fictional story meant to entertain I choose to think she fall in love) They go through many things together and individually but they can’t seem to be able get apart from each other. She becomes much more mature and strong and he becomes much more civil and human again. 

I really can not say much about the story, there are so many things that I’m not telling you because I don't want to spoil the story for you. I want you to feel the exact same way I felt while reading it! The author is unbelievable as in you will not believe how incredibly talented she is. She even makes memes for her series! 

I read this series and could not stop reading until I got to the last chapter she had written, I kept thinking about the story all day and even came up with a fanfic of this fanfic haha poor @v-2bucky got all confused when I tried to tell her my idea. Anyways, please give yourself a chance to get sucked into a emotional rollercoaster you won't want to get off. And don't worry because there is a sequel with 15 other chapters! 

I’ll leave here a couple of my favorite quotes and memes, (I’m leaving them at the end in case you consider them spoilers but to me they are more like teasers) hoping to awake your interest and make you head over Here , read it yourself and let me know what you think. 

- Anna 💕

PS. Please feel free to share, comment or suggest anything and everything for this review! Enjoy your reading!

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‘He just spoke, I repeat, the handsome devil just spoke’‘

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‘‘Pretty bird is home now!’‘

                                       ---------------------------------

“please wait for Laing to come home. Laing will bring little bird some food and water soon”

                                        ---------------------------------

‘‘Building keeps Robert safe, keeps nasty things out. Outside world is dangerous, too dangerous for Y/N and Robert. No one leaves.’‘

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This is actually my favorite part of the series it is a spoiler!!! But in case you want to read it here it is:

You walk hand in hand to the bedroom which he had prepared for you before joining you in the tub earlier. It was lit up by a single candle on one of the nightstands, you wondered where he had found them. The bed was lined with more pillows than before and thicker comforters, you felt the corner of your lips tug upwards. It’s like a nest, it looked so lavished. Did he see you as royalty? Robert eagerly waited for you to climb into the sea of pillows.

‘‘Robert wants his little bird to feel warm and safe…’‘

[smolvenger]

The Cure for Virginity

Robert Laing x fem! Reader Oneshot

Summary: Charlotte thinks you have been a virgin for too long. You should take advantage of a certain fellow tenant at the High-Rise, she says. The best amenity in the building- Doctor Robert Laing.

Word Count: 8K

Warnings: 18+, SMUT Y'ALL (First Time, p in v sex, vaginal fingering, Doctor kink, Virginity kink, dirty talk), Cursing, Mentions of drinking, and loss, Richard Wilder being a prick. But some moments of fluff and romance.

A/N: My first time (heh) ever writing for High-Rise! I hope you guys like it! Comments, Reblogs, Private Messages, and asks about my work are always appreciated!!

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"You should be adding on the vows of poverty and obedience!"

“I’m not a nun, Charlotte!” you shot back.

“At this point, you might be!”

You huffed as you kicked your feet in the water of the pool. It was packed with people that afternoon. It was one of the new joys of the place. Even the janitors glided by to clean the floors with mops on their shoes as if they were skates, smiling.

You were getting to know the residents one by one. So far, you had befriended some of the women. Like sweet, quiet Helen with her soft brown hair and a baby bump that was overdue. Helen sat on a chair. She read a magazine as her kids played Marco Polo in the pool. And Charlotte- tall, slender, with dark hair and always a laugh in her smile. But now, the laugh was at you as she waded through the waters.

“Please shut up, we’re in a public space! There are kids everywhere! Can we discuss the sale on baked goods they have in the grocery store here instead?” you begged.

“They might as well learn! Gave Toby the Talk when he was five!” Charlotte shot back.

“Uh-Uhm- anyone watch any good shows on the television lately?” you then changed desperately.

Charlotte rolled her eyes. She shook the water from her ears, her beautiful black hair covered by a white swimming cap. She went up to the pool’s edge and folded her arms over it, resting her chin on them.

“This place has everything for you, Y/N- A grocery store, a spa, a school, a gym, and even a sex life if you want…” she continued.

You splashed the water on her face, and she laughed as she held her arms up in defense.

“But the thing is…I know someone for you. Someone more than able to take care of it…” Charlotte began.

“I’m pretty sure any average penis can do the job! And why do you care so much? It’s a personal choice about my body- none of your beeswax!” you retorted.

She raised one of her eyebrows as she swam to you.

“Not even oral?” she asked.

She would not be silenced by a refusal. You leaned in.

“No!” you whispered.

She pulled herself to the edge. Water splashed as she emerged to sit on the edge next to you.

“Y/N, I have a tip for you- two words!” she said.

She held up a fist and uncurled two fingers with the first and last names.

“Robert Laing.”

“Oh my god, you’re setting me up?” you sighed.

She shrugged.

“Why not? His tongue reached places I never thought it could!” she recalled.

Your jaw dropped.

“Are you seriously setting me up with your boyfriend?!” you cried, leaning forward.

“No! He’s not…” she answered.

“So, he’s your ex…you’re setting me up with your ex!?” you questioned.

“It was a fling- long over now. We’ve moved on. But we’re on good terms! All the women love him for a reason- he’s incredible! You’re going to lose it once, Sister Y/N, it might as well be someone who knows how to do the job. Listen to me-“

She pointed up to the above floors.

“Men have the brothel. Women have Laing.”

She flipped her legs up and walked over to the chairs.

“What do you think, Helen?!” she prodded.

You looked over to see Helen as she reclined on the pool chair. She tipped her lovely face from her magazine.

“Of Robert Laing?” she asked.

“Yeah-in bed!” Charlotte asked.

“Incredible! Nothing like it!!” Helen agreed.

Are you kidding me? Oh god- this place has a gigolo! you thought.

You forced your jaw to shut. High-Rise life wasn’t like normal life. It was a culture shock for you. Here, any proper rules about what was good or bad were out the window. People lived as they wanted and did what they wanted. There was no consequence. Each night, in the middle of the Twentieth floor, you could hear giggles and laughter. You passed people groaning and screaming with sex from their rooms. If not in the halls. The loud music from the constant partying was everywhere the second it was dark. You even heard housewives discussing what drugs they inhaled as they carried brown grocery bags.

“He’s a Shy boy. At First. But if you're alone with him in a bedroom…well, it’s a different man. But it’s not so intense that your first time with him would be too much. Unless you want to try anal,” Charlotte informed you.

You shot a look at Charlotte. Kids ran around the pool and tried to cartwheel into the water by you.

But Helen nodded and smiled. She spoke with the cherubic cheerfulness of a Disney princess.

“Oh yes, even anal with Robert is fantastic!” ❀⊱┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄⊰❀

Besides, you had more pressing matters. There was a party that Royal’s wife, Ann, invited you to. A full 18th-century style ball complete with costumes! And what luck that she had costumes in your size available to rent!

Your gown was a lighter color- a creamy white, right in a shade that flattered you. Every guest was dressed in white or cream in their Rococo attire, like you. Your stays loosened now that they adjusted to your body. There were peals and beading on the bodice. Your large skirt swished as you moved, enjoying a fresh glass of champagne in hand.

You went by to try and make small talk when you felt something hit your skirt and on the ground. It was a bottle of wine. Fallen to the floor. A baritone voice behind you muttered “shit!”

Your stays prevented you from slouching, you squatted down to get it. You saw a long, elegant hand also reach for it. You looked up to see a young man who was not in 18th-century wear but a modern suit. In the black jacket and pants. He stuck out like a sore thumb against all the white of the guests.

But Holy Crap he was gorgeous. Bright blue eyes, a soft crop of hair a color between blonde and red, and his suit held a tall, lean frame.

“Oh- I’m so sorry! Did I get your dress?” he asked.

You both got up. Your stomach flipping, you felt self-conscious. The cut of the gown and the stays were better than any push-up bra. It was bumping up your cleavage. You felt his eyes flutter down there and then jolt back up. Your hands clasped and you brought them up to your neck in both surprise and a surge of modesty.

“No, you didn’t at all!” you insisted.

You glanced at the bottle of Riesling he had- you liked that flavor. You enjoyed getting it from many an evening at the grocery store. Especially when your bank account was low. It was affordable, crisp, and delicious.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

You gave him your name. He reached his hand with a smile.

“I’m Laing. Doctor Robert Laing.”

Doctor Robert Laing? That Doctor Laing?! The gigolo!? That was who the ladies were discussing?! You thought.

You stared at him, adrenaline coursing through you.

“Oh! Doctor Laing! I heard of you,” you replied out loud.

You didn’t need to tell him the context though. You offered your hand and offered it for him to shake.

“Good things, I hope!” he added with a wink that made your heart stop.

He accepted your hand, his hands felt ice cold, but soft.

“And how do you know Royal? He wouldn’t invite you if you didn’t know him,” Robert asked.

“Not well. I do see his wife around. Got to chat with her. We wound up getting along. She invited me here. She insisted I go out and get to know the people here…moved in two weeks ago,” you explained.

“Guess I’m still new here too-Month and a half!” Robert chatted.

“What room?” you asked.

“2505,” he answered.

You got to about talking where you came from as he began to light a limp cigarette, puffing at it lightly. He was very polite. His eyes were on you, listening more than talking. You discussed what you thought of the High-Rise. If you have been to the spa yet. Who you met. You then discussed the music playing at the party. You told him the orchestra was playing ABBA. One of your favorite bands!

“Y/N, that glass is already empty- could I fetch you another drink?” he offered.

“Sure thing!”

Right as Robert turned to get your drink, a burly, bearded man in costume blocked him.

“Hey there, dickhead- this is a themed party!” he declared.

Robert Laing could hardly say a word before the brute half-picked him up, dragging him off. He held onto the Doctor’s collar like a cat carrying a kitten. Guests seeing him pass by snickered at Robert’s modern attire. But you followed.

“Hey! Put him down! He didn’t do anything!” you tried to protest.

You beat your fists at Jerkass’s arm, but he swiped you away. He ignored you as he grabbed the wine bottle from Robert’s hand. He tossed the handsome doctor into the elevator roughly. Then pushed the button for it to close.

The Doctor locked eyes with you as the doors slid shut and he vanished. His face looked sad and scared. Far from the swaggering sex maniac you heard of. “Cheap bastard” the Jerkass cursed at the bottle before tossing it on the white fur rug.

Royal’s dog, a white German Shepherd with a bow tie, approached the bottle to sniff it. You bent your knees and picked it up. Yes, it was a cheap brand. But it tasted good. And Robert was trying to be a good guest.

You hid the bottle behind your back until you snuck into the bedroom. The bed was piled with the coats and purses of the guests. You planted it in your large purse by the pillows amongst everyone’s things. Then you turned back to enjoy the party. After an hour, you left, saying you had work early tomorrow. You got your purse and punched the lift to the Twenty-Fifth Floor.

You went to room 2505 and knocked. Robert opened, bewildered. A strand of his hair had flown out and he lacked his jacket. Not that it detracted his looks, not at all.

“Here- your wine,” you offered.

You pulled the bottle from your purse and handed it to him.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he answered.

“Are you okay-You look like you’ve been in a fight!” you asked.

He let out a deep sigh, pressing a hand to his head.

“No- lift broke for a bit,” he explained.

“Oh, that’s miserable! As if being kicked out wasn’t bad enough!” you commented.

He looked down at the bottle. He turned to put it on a chair and then returned to you, leaning closer against the doorframe.

“You seemed to be happy there. I’m sorry I had to make you leave,” he apologized.

“It’s alright. I came to wear this costume. Nothing more.” you added, giving the skirt a swish with your hand.

He leaned a little closer.

“You do look beautiful in it,” he complimented.

Lightning struck you. The edges of your vision had stars and you tried to even process if what you heard was real. He took a step aside, gesturing to his flat.

“But that wine…it’s not as good to drink alone. How about…how about we split it?” he offered.

You froze where you were. Your breath stopped, becoming a lump in the middle of your throat. Your hands turned sweaty.

“I don’t have any food in my stomach for that much booze…” you answered.

His eyebrows lowered, yet there was an honesty in his eyes. Even innocence. No guile to have his way with you. Not like Helen’s husband, Wilder. Wilder would charge at you. Making offers of his bed or the nearest surface. Not caring when you said no. You’d slap him and flee before he could grab you.

The soft way Robert looked at you suddenly made you panic with regret. The words flew out of you like a burp.

“Serve it with dinner and I’ll call it a deal!” you blurted.

Shit, Shit, shit, what the fuck was I thinking? you thought.

Your pulse raced. That was too forward, too bold. But then he nodded.

“Alright. I’ll make it. You don’t have to provide a thing.”

Time stopped. You could hardly believe it.

“Then it’s settled. Are you free tomorrow?” you asked.

“Yes,” Robert confirmed.

“What time?” you asked.

“Let’s say Seven.”

“It’s done. I’ll see you tomorrow at seven.”

He smiled at you.

“I look forward to it,” he answered.

You said your goodbyes. The second you got back to your flat, you threw yourself onto the couch in a pile of white silk of your dress. You put a pillow to your face and screamed into it, kicking your legs in giddy joy. Your maturity level descending.

A date! A date! I have a date! I asked a hot guy out! And he said yes!!!! Oh my god, oh my god, how am I even going to sleep tonight??? ❀⊱┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄⊰❀

The next day, you were out of coffee and bread and headed down to the grocery store. But who should also be there, wheeling a cart, but Helen. She waved at you, gesturing to you to come near her.

“What’s up, Y/N- there’s a look on your face! Was Royal’s fun?” she asked.

“Helen-I met Laing last night,” you reported.

She gasped and then smiled.

“See- lovely fellow! And a looker too, isn’t he?” she teased.

You looked down at your hands on the grocery cart with a smile that confirmed- Yes, he was handsome. Helen kept giggling, a blush on her cheeks. Then you returned up at her, an idea making you frown.

“And are you sure he’s available? I don’t want to make some poor woman miserable, even by accident!” you asked.

“Yes- not committed to anybody…he’s been around. But no attachments. If there was, I’d know!” she confirmed.

Your carts paused in the cereal aisle. You took a deep breath.

“I’m having dinner with him tonight” you announced.

“What! That’s wonderful! You did the work for us!” she chirruped, clapping her hands together.

“What do you mean ‘work’?” you prodded.

“Charlotte and I had a chat, and we had a plan- we were going to set you up with him. I’d go to you and tell you everything about him. Charlotte would go to Robert’s and sing every bit of your praises. Then you’d both agree to meet up or exchange phone numbers!”

You gave a smile and shrugged.

“Thank you-I appreciate the thought! But I’m able to find my own men and set up my own dates of course!” you replied.

You pushed your carts to a corner to talk. You then explained how you met him and the party. Returning the wine bottle and everything.

“He’s even going to cook- isn’t that thoughtful?!” she commented.

“I’m just nervous about it. Dates make me nervous,” you confided.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine,” Helen comforted.

A lady passed by with sunglasses over her eyes and a bold shade of lipstick. Passerby’s from the aisles asked for her autograph. She half-smiled and signed notepads with a flourish. The dog in her cart leaned his nose close at them to get a whiff, wagging his tail.

“Think of this- you’ll have a lovely dinner at minimum. And at maximum- you won’t be walking when I see you tomorrow,” she reasoned, raising a hand to rub her pregnant belly.

You felt your entire face get hot with embarrassment.

“I’m not the type to kiss on the first date, much less shag! It’s only a dinner-not a wedding night! But I’ll let you know how it goes. So don’t get your hopes up! And Helen, And that goes for Charlotte too! I know you’ll tell her!” you insisted.

Both of you wheeled your carts to get in the long line for the cashier.

“But I still have to…impress him,” you blubbered. Could you even live up to the other women here?

Helen rubbed your back, “If he didn’t like you, he’d say no. Y/N, you know he’s nice! Just wear your best dress-that should make you feel confident!”

You let out a deep exhale. Your carts moved forward in the line.

“Part of me is tempted to cancel. Save myself the embarrassment. Or the heartbreak,” you confessed.

Helen leaned into you.

“Charlotte says he sunbathes in the afternoons. Naked. Get to her place and look down if you want a peek at what to look forward to. That might convince you to go forward.” ❀⊱┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄⊰❀

Holy shit, this can’t be real. I can’t be doing this, you thought.

Your heart was racing, your finger shaking as you pressed the button to go to the Twenty-Fifth floor. Up it went, up, up, up. You could chicken out and run away, but no- that was being a coward. Didn’t you want this in the first place? Hell, you were the one who flat-out asked him!

What if it all went wrong? What if then he hated you? What if you hated him? Yes, he was incredibly handsome but handsome men could be total pricks. Wilder was as handsome as they come. But the man was a slimy, creepy rat bastard you wanted to shove off the highest balcony. If only Helen would divorce his sorry ass by now. She didn’t deserve him. But what if Wilder was a sweet guy back then? What if when Helen began dating him, he wasn’t like that? People change. What if Robert seemed okay at first and then turned into an asshole who broke your heart or hurt you? What then?

But all that was for later. Now was now.

It’s a free dinner, at least you thought remembering Helen’s words.

Taking a deep breath, the elevator dinged, and you stepped out to the hall.

You checked a hand mirror in your pocket to make sure your makeup was right, and that there weren’t any noticeable stains in your teeth. Your dress was blush pink, showing your shoulders and snug on your body with a flared skirt. Pink, how ironic- that mix of innocent white and passionate red. You had jewelry and earrings complete with heels. The heating broke throughout for a few hours, and you wore a coat over your dress from the chill of the building.

There it was, checking the notepad you had in your pocket and then double-checking, it was the right room- 2505. You entered, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

You knocked on the door and saw him. Your body froze at the sight of him. If this was real. If he was real. He was in a white dress shirt with a grey jacket and black tie. So simple, but so becoming. His eyes were soft when they looked at you, like the gaze of a doe. This couldn’t be the wild sex maniac the women of the High-Rise gossiped about. The man they went to for sex as they went to the spa for massages. Or was he?

“Hello, Robert….” You greeted.

He opened it.

“Please…come in…can I take your coat?”

“Yes…”

You sucked in the air when you felt him behind you, his hands raised up. Taking your coat. They were gentle as they brushed against your shoulders. You felt his eyes drink you in from behind. Seeing your dress. Seeing the outline of your body. But you did not raise an arm or hand to cover yourself, you let him look. He walked over and put the coat over a hook on the wall.

“Welcome, Y/N. You look lovely again. Make yourself at home,” he greeted with a smile.

Your chest fluttered as you mumbled a “thank you.”

You noticed the room- one wall had a tiny square of grey paint on it. But the other walls were tall and brown with rectangular columns- sleek and modern. A few boxes were in the back. There was a photo pinned to one wall of him in a casual shirt smiling and hugging a young woman. You thought you glimpsed a bed in one corner and promptly turned your head away to ignore it. Near the dinner table was a sliding glass door to a balcony like every house as the sun had finally set and it darkened to nighttime. The room was lit a little low- not garishly bright. But not too dark.

You saw him in his lovely suit and his tie. You smiled at him.

“Thank you so much, Robert. The place looks wonderful,” you complimented.

He gallantly pulled out the chair at the table for you. You made a smile too big for your face and your stomach fluttered. Robert made his way to the other end. There was the Riesling along with a small salad bowl and a meal.

“Well, what brought you here?” you asked.

Robert’s hand froze, fork in mid-air.

“It was my…my sister,” he answered.

“She invited you?”

“No, she died…” he replied.

This man at the party held himself like a demigod, a touch of the divine within him. But at the mention of his sister, here you were with the mortal half.

“Oh, Robert…that’s awful…” you said.

He began to blink. He then reached into his pocket, lit a cigarette with shaking hands, and began to smoke. His hands were still shaking after a several puffs with the cigarette. You saw a tear in the duct of his eye. You got up, went to your coat pockets, retrieved tissues, and hurried over to give him one.

“Here…here…” you said.

You heard sniffs. You then handed him a glass of water from the kitchen, and he began to gulp it up. His eyes were puffy with quiet tears. He then glanced at the photo.

“We were close. And she was the nicest, most genuine person you could imagine. She had a full life…but not a long one…” he continued.

“Robert, that’s still a tragedy…and you should grieve how you want….” You comforted, leaning closer to him.

Looking down at your hands, you saw they fidgeted. Glancing around the room, you wondered if now the right time was to even have this dinner. You retreated two steps from him.

“Do you need some space? I can go back to-”

“No! No- please! Please stay…” Robert pleaded, leaning forward in his chair, a hand up to stop you.

“Alright, I will.”

You returned to the chair and sat down.

“Sometimes, I’m over her. I think I’ve stopped crying…then it hits me…I’m sorry, Y/N, you weren’t expecting a crying mess….” He confided.

“I’m pretty sure losing a beloved sibling would make any person into a crying mess…” you reasoned.

He then looked at the dinner…

“We should start. The food might get cold,” he reasoned.

You sat down and began with the rolls in a basket on the table.

“So, tell me…tell me more about your job! I know you’re a doctor,” you queried.

“Well, I’m a physiologist. And a professor…” he said.

As he dug into the salad, his shoulders began to lower. His lips curled to a small smile as he looked at you.

“Not just a medical doctor? That’s impressive. That requires lots of studying to get approved!” you praised, nodding your head.

“I teach physiology to medical students in training. How to do autopsies. One poor chap flat out fainted once in the middle last month.”

“Well, can’t blame him! I see too much gore in a horror movie, and I have to cover my eyes!” you commented.

“It’s the human body! It’s fascinating!” he said, gesticulating with his hands.

He grinned wider and set the cigarette on an ashtray on the table. The salad and main course and side dishes vanished. Time passed easily talking to him. One topic you discussed excitedly so much that you had to freeze your hands from knocking over the Riesling bottle placed next to you. He lit a new one, and began to absent-mindedly smoke, but kept his eyes on you. You sipped on your glass and realized he had finished this.

“Oh, the bottle…it’s on the other side,” he commented.

“Here, let me bring it over. Would you like me to pour it for you?” you offered.

“Yes…”

You went over and poured the glass. He picked up the cigarette, the smoke curling up to twist and melt into the air. Then he looked at you with reverence above him. It was a nice picture. Domestic even. Your gaze met his and you pulled up the wine bottle before you could overflow his glass by accident.

Feminism was leaving your mind like filtering sand each second you laid eyes on him. Could you see yourself as his wife already? Was it too soon?

You could see yourself waking up next to him. Fixing him coffee in the morning. Adjusting his tie before he went to work, asking for him to tell you every bit of it as you gave him a demure kiss on the cheek. When it came to the time, he would be back home, you’d dress up with lipstick, skirts, pearls, and perfume just like now. You would have dinner prepared on the table or a hot bath too for good measure. He would enter and greet you with one of the smiles that made you flutter and a deeper kiss than that in the morning. You would pour him a drink when he came in. He’d praise the dinner but then look at you. Saying he’d rather devour you. Then pick you up. Carry you to the kitchen countertop. Shove away the leftover ingredients. He’d make hickeys across your pearl-draped neck. Then he'd push you to lie down on it. He’d lift your skirt, drop his pants and fuck you senselessly on the countertop until….

The footsteps of people out in the hall snapped you back. You felt your entire body clench, arousal already soaking your panties. A pit in your stomach with the food. You made yourself swallow the fantasy out. That was for later. You had to be present. Your body felt hot like it had a fever. Returning to your seat, you poured yourself another sip of Riesling. Grateful that he chilled it. Robert turned his head to the outside balcony, gesturing to it.

“Ah- look outside! It’s beautiful tonight! Sometimes I can hear the crickets…or see the stars,” he suggested.

The two of you went out to the balcony and looked up and out. You saw some stars, whatever wasn’t blocked by the fog of London nearby. Crickets chirruped from below. Both of you admired it for a few minutes.

He turned to you, flicking his cigarette off the end. It was like a tiny, red star before blinking into nothing. As if it dissolved into the night air before hitting the pavement.

“Y/N, thank you for earlier…and for returning the bottle…” he said with a smile.

“You’re welcome. They were dicks to you. And it’s a good wine. And thanks for opening up about your sister-I think there are half-off roses at the store. I’ll send some to you in her honor, just tell me a color…” you offered.

“I should be the one getting you flowers. I had work and had to cook the food- ran out of time,” he explained.

“Well, I’m not the one who needs it!” you quipped.

He chuckled warmly. You realized he was leaning closer. And you could pick up his scent- cigarette smoke and cologne mixed up in the drink that was Doctor Robert Laing. His eyes hypnotized you. His face, smooth and handsome, transfixed you. You felt his hands on your waist. You felt him lifting you up, sitting you down on hard brick and mortar. But your gaze never left his. You looked down and he up.

“Robert, I…” you began.

But the words stopped. Your thoughts stopped.

His eyes went to your lips. Then he touched your cheek. That cold, soft hand. He began to lean forward.

Oh God, Oh god, oh god, ShitFuckShitFuck, it was about to happen! You thought in a thrilled panic.

Before you could close your eyes and seal the kiss, you felt a gust of cold wind on your back. You were so transfixed by him that you didn’t register where he put you. Blinking and then turning around, you saw he had set you to sit on the balcony. Right over the twenty-five floors below to the hard concrete. A push of his arms and you were a goner.

You let out a scream.

You wrapped your arms around him. You clung onto him like a koala and buried your face into his neck.

“Robert! Please!” you cried.

You could feel his smile, but he wrapped his arms around you. His hands were on your back, supporting you, keeping you safe.

“Okay- it’s okay, I got you,” he assured.

“Take me off- now!” you insisted.

He wrapped his arms around you, picking you up like you were as light as a toy doll and setting you down. He wiped his hands on his sides.

“I’m so sorry. Some of the women liked that. I should have asked,” he apologized.

“It’s okay-you got me off!” you assured him.

“Here, I know what’ll make you feel better. I brought my records with me…would you like to hear one?” he asked.

You nodded. He brought out a box. There was such a wide variety that he collected. He insisted on not sticking religiously to one genre. Good music was good music. He offered you your choice of albums. You selected one of the old-school crooners from the fifties. He set it on and began to play it. The album started as you both sat there, listening. The music melting your adrenaline from the balcony. You turned and felt him look at you. He then offered an open hand.

“Can we…can we dance?” he offered.

“Yes.”

You felt him pull you up. You felt him take one hand in your other and you felt him reach an arm around your waist to your back. You both moved. It wasn’t as much dancing as it was gentle swaying. But he was so graceful, so soothing you didn’t care.

“Robert, why did you say yes to dinner?” you asked.

“I’ve been lonely here, Y/N. I wanted company. And after that party, I wanted your company…you made this lonely man feel a little less lonely in this place here.” he explained.

The crooner’s voice went up to end the song and a new one began.

“Your hands…they’re cold. Doctor’s hands are always cold,” you commented.

“Then here,” he offered.

Robert put one hand to his face, letting out an exhale. on the palm. Then he rubbed it on his pants. The friction creating more heat. Then he grasped your hand again.

“No cold hands, no?” he asked.

“Much better,” you nodded.

“Y/N, would you like to learn something medical?” he asked, continuing to sway with you.

“Yes.”

“You can feel the pulse in various places in the body, yes, but that includes your stomach. And that’s for a certain kind of pulse- PMI. Point of Maximum Impulse,” he explained.

“Where is it on me?” you asked.

“Well, can I touch you with my cold doctor's hands?” he quipped.

“Yes,” you answered with a giggle.

He lowered his hand to press the flesh gently beneath your left breast, and between rib bones. You inhaled sharply at his touch.

“There. That’s the PMI- one of the strongest beats from your heart. You can guess certain heart diseases feeling it,” he taught.

“And what can you tell about my pulse, Doctor Laing?” you asked.

His cheeks became pink at the word.

“That it’s…it’s racing…very fast.”

“And why does the heartbeat race? You’re the expert,” you teased.

“Anxiety or danger… but also excitement…”

“What about yours? How is your pulse?” you asked.

“Here…why don’t you tell me yourself…” he offered, smiling back.

You lifted your hand from his and placed it on the left side of his chest, over his grey jacket. You could feel it starting to race.

“It’s going fast too…” he whispered.

“From anxiety, danger…or excitement…”

“Yes…”

Robert then leaned forward, his nose grazing yours. An inch before, almost seeking permission. You gazed at each other’s eyes and then lips.

And finally, they touched sealing into a kiss. You felt him press you tight- an embrace you would never want him to release from. He held onto you. The music swelled- it was now a romantic ballad. He let go.

“I had a good night tonight,” Robert told you.

“I did too…”

His hand dropped to touch the side of your face. He kissed more and more. He pushed his tongue in, and you made a noise at the feel. Only to kiss him more. You felt his hand on your lower back press you closer. Your hips were connecting. Arousal soaked you down below. But even more this time. This time it was real. The friction made you chilled, hypnotized. Nothing, no one else mattered- except him.

“I…I don’t want it to end now….” He confessed.

He kissed you, but then you realized he had guided you right into the column before the kitchen, and he was pawing at your clothes, looking for the zipper in your back. Your mind then went blank in surprise.

“Robert- wait! Please, wait!” you pleaded breathily, putting a hand on his chest to stop.

He paused. His arms fell. A strand of hair was loose and his lips were bright pink.

“Did the ladies tell you about me?” you asked.

“No,” he reported.

“I know you’re experienced but I never…never did this before, Robert…” you explained.

“Oh...alright…” he nodded.

No comments. No words of lack of surprise nor total surprise. No laughter and no judgment. No teasing. He only accepted it as a fact, like the earth was round.

“I’m sorry. I got carried away. I got excited. I like you, Y/N. I like you a lot- but I’ll stop,” He apologized.

He took a few steps back.

Yet the look of him made you light-headed with lust. All yours if only for this night. The raving reviews of the women taunted your mind. And the creeping, slivering desire you felt for Robert Laing overwhelmed you. You realized you didn’t want to call it a night and return home. It was the first step of a steep hike. The view from above would be worth each nerve-wracking step. And that he felt for you…

Your heart was racing out of control. Your head was clear despite the wine, the pooling in your body was urging at you, telling you. It's time. You're ready. And you know it. You want this. You want him.

“I told you to wait… not to stop. Not completely. I trust you. I want this. And I want it to be you…” you directed.

“Are you absolutely sure?” he asked.

“Yes,” you replied, stepping forward.

You slide a hand behind his head, through his hair. He kissed you further, deeper. You moaned into it.

“The bed. If it’s the first time, you need the bed…” he whispered.

You would let him have you anywhere, but you still smiled. He led you over there to that bed. He laid you down.

“Look at you in that dress, it made me want to ruin you the minute you came in,” he growled.

He kissed you hard and passionately. You sighed into it. Some gentle pressure from his push and you laid down on the bed. He laid on top of you and you felt his weight. It wasn’t to crush you, but just enough that it was like an embrace. You felt a gasp from your lips as he undid his tie and tossed it to the side. His hands raised your skirt. He grinned seeing the nicest lace underwear you had selected. Already visibly stained by how wet you were.

“Here…I’ll make you ready even more, darling…” he said.

He crept a finger down the hem. He then looked up.

“Can I?” he asked.

“Yes, you can…” you nodded.

You let out a gasp feeling his finger inside you. He moved it around and you shuddered. A gasp that stopped in your throat as he stretched you out, felt your walls, getting deeper. He explored you and you had to get used to it- the newness, the intrusion. But you didn’t want him out yet. He licked his lips as he curled it up, eliciting a small moan from you. You felt him move up your folds and then finding your clit. As he began to circle it, you splayed a hand over his back and grabbed onto his jacket. A shuddering sound escaped you. The man was fully clothed but you were already a mess for him. You began to writhe as he circled it more, in response, a groan came out of you.

“There?” he asked.

“There!” you confirmed in a gasp.

“More, my dear-more?” he asked.

“Yes…then keep them- oh!” you cried, interrupted as he put in a second finger.

You felt your own legs open wider for space. He found the right spot, and you began whimpering. Neck arching and close your eyes to keep feeling it. Then he removed it, wiping the juices on your thigh. You felt cold, and empty without them in you. But that was only the first stage; preparation.

“Can’t believe I’m your first. First to touch you. First to ruin you. First to fuck you. I don’t want any man after to compare to me,” he boasted.

Your fingers began to grip the sheets to steady yourself. Both of you tossed away your shoes.

He unzipped the back of your dress. You pulled him forward, kissing him again, but moving to the lobe of his ear, his neck. He removed your dress. He took off your stockings, kissing your stomach as it glided over and letting it float down to the floor. You were in a bra and underwear. You raised a hand to cup his cheek. Despite the shakiness in your hands and your own brain racing through the fog of arousal, fear, and thrill. You pulled him in to kiss him again, not caring that your teeth clank. He wrapped an arm around you, and you felt the warmth right on your skin.

“We have some walls to test here. I want you to be screaming for the neighbors to complain,” he voiced, taking off his jacket to toss on the floor.

You half sat up and helped him to undo the buttons of his white dress shirt. With a smooth movement, he removed his pants. You saw the erect outline through his white underwear. You felt your eyes widen as you saw him. Tanned and ripped, clear muscles, strong biceps, and a wide chest and shoulders. He smiled proudly as you sat there ogling him.

“Like what you see?” he asked.

“Yes,” you said.

“That’s good. I like what I see too. There’s just one thing that could be better,” he said.

He went back to kiss you and felt one hand reach to your bra strap in the back. Both of you forgot about the enforced chill of the apartments. You had the fire of bare skin on bare skin. He paused and looked down at your exposed breasts with a smile. He raised his hand, grazing a thumb over your nipple. You shivered from it.

“This exquisite and uninvaded. Untouched. Looks like I’ll have to end that…” he mumbled.

He wrapped his arms around you to pull you back down, and you peppered kisses all over his jaw and his neck. You even found his earlobe and pecked it. You felt his own hardness press on you as well as his leg. A thin line of cloth on both of you. Nothing more, nothing less. Keeping your bodies from joining. Ache. Need. You felt him against you. Your hips rocked to his and Laing let out a groan. He teased his hardness against your clothed entrance.

“And you know the procedure, Doctor?” you teased with a heated giggle.

“I know it well if you want it,” he replied, his breath hot against you.

“Yes, please…I need you to fuck me,” you mewled, arching your shoulders back, tits splaying.

You never heard this tone in your voice. Wanton. Downright pornographic. But here it was.

You felt his own hips against yours and a shudder between you both. Then he crawled up, and you felt his hardness outline on your stomach. He looked at you.

“Then, keep laying supine…and keep calling me Doctor…” he requested.

He kissed one breast, eliciting a moan from you. He moved on to the other. Your arms reached down until your fingers traced his shoulders. You found his hair and combed all ten of your fingers through it. He moved down to kiss your hip bone. His own hands went up, tracing the side of your leg.

You felt his long fingers splaying over your hip bones and the hem. He was slow- as if enjoying feeling every inch of you. Curling around the hem, he pulled the panties down your thighs. He put them through your knees, through your calves, and off. As if this was a ceremony. Your heart drummed further, your head spinning as he looked down on you. He looked at you bare. His eyes kept between your legs, licking your lips at the sight of your sex.

He removed his underwear and kicked it away. He was already dripping small pearls. You swallowed a gasp. He was monstrous…not that you had any before to compare it to. He returned to hover over you. He pried your legs open with his hands, warm from his breath but also the touch of your skin. You felt your own hips arch forward for him.

You glanced over to the side, seeing the night. It was dark against the soft lights of the apartment. The sky was clear. Stars finally outshone the city smog. A beautiful, peaceful night indeed. A perfect night to lose your innocence to Laing.

He then tipped a finger beneath your chin, moving you to face him.

“I want to see you, I want to look in your eyes when I’m the first one to fuck you, the first to enter you. I want you to look at me,” he rasped.

“Yes, Doctor.”

Looking right into his eyes, you opened your shaking legs. He sank into you. Bit by bit. Inch by inch. Moans coming out of you. Then he moved his hips and let it all in.

You let out one little cry when he was fully inside. You felt his own heartbeat over you, his skin, and his moan right next to your ear. Your walls adjusted to him. You felt yourself clutch onto his back. He panted right next to you. He kept his eyes on you. Knowing how special this moment was. He finally claimed you. Nothing else would change that now in the future. Robert Laing was the first to enter you. The first to show you sinful bliss.

Then he pulled his hips back. You sighed at the feeling of the coldness from lack of him, and he brought it back with a sloppy thrust.

Your breath hitched when finally, he was inside. You felt his own heartbeat over you, his skin, and a moan right next to your ear. Your walls adjusted to him. You felt yourself clutch onto his back. Then he pulled his hips back. You sighed at the feeling of the coldness from lack of him, and he brought it back with a sloppy thrust.

“There…there’s a good girl…like that…” he rasped.

He thrust into you again, and again. A voice flew out of you, a voice you never knew you had. He began to pick up only slightly. You gasped- you liked this.

“Yes! Yes, yes! Doctor-fuck- yes!!” you hissed.

You tilted your head back, eyes closing to enjoy the sensation when he cupped your jaw and pulled it down. You opened your jaw as he traced a finger over your lips.

“Remember-eyes on me….” He panted.

You let his face meet yours. His lips grazed yours in an open kiss. He even took his forehead and pressed yours against it. You felt his breath hot against you.

“Angel, can you…can you take more?” he asked.

You nodded, your hands reaching to that strong back and digging your nails in. He responded by snapping his hips right into you, such a hard pull you felt the invasion arrange your insides.

“Doctor!” you cried out.

It was the sweetest invasion, the pinprick of pain that brought pleasure. He picked up the speed. His own groans from his pink lips serenade your whorish moans. Then more.

“Fuck, you’re-you’re tight. Shit-shit- taking me so well, there- there’s- fuck!-my good girl,” he whimpered as he picked up the pace.

You felt yourself get dizzy. Your hands around, reaching his hair and raking your nails deeper onto his back. He had found the right spot, your hips meeting his, but angling- deeper, with the speed increasing. You were sliding against the bed, yet you weren’t stopping him. He then took your lower thighs and lifted them, he reached the upper angle, near your clit. He was getting rougher.

“Doctor-Yes-oh, Jesus- Yes-yes!” you were yelling.

His thrusts were wilder. Faster. He grunted and groaned, eyes down on you. Here was the passionate man the women raved about. The desk next to the bed was shifting around with how deeply, quickly, and powerfully he was fucking you. And the bed itself was denting against the wall.

Something was bubbling inside you. Building up. He was cursing, then crying out your name. Something was building in you. Like you were going to break if you let it grow. Like you would die. But you wanted to. at the sound as he slammed you, hips slamming into yours as he kept up the fast rhythm. All as he looked you in the eye and you in his eyes. Then he put a finger in your slit and curled it on your nub.

The pleasure was rising. More moans came out of you. Not quiet ones. Bubbling up wilder as he stroked you there. About to spin out of control. You weren’t going to last.

“D-Doctor- I think I’m- I think I’m going to-“

“Cum-darling-cum, cum with me!” He was yelling as well, meeting your volume.

It built higher, higher, until-

You let out a last, loud cry.

The spinning pleasure snapped in you. You took in a slight gasp as the shockwaves of your peak. You felt him give a last shout of your name as he came too. He was pulsing inside you, and you felt yourself shake, an ache in your own pussy and legs. The record had stopped playing and there was only the white noise of the vents above you. The heat had come back on. Not that you or Robert needed it.

You fell together, feeling the eclipse of your shared high. You saw the ceiling spin above you. Slowly arriving back to. The apartment reeked of sex, of your bodies, of sweat, and the heat of passion. He pulled out of you; you could hear his own quick breaths. Trying to catch his own. Your entire body was heavy from your climax, craving sleep.

“Are you okay?” he asked, touching a hand to your shoulder.

“I’m…I’m tired…tired and wonderful,” you replied.

He smiled.

“I’m glad then…” he said.

You nestled close and wrapped an arm around him. Good night, you couldn’t have asked for a better hour.

“Robert, Thank you. I’m glad it was with you…” you complimented.

“So, I take that you liked it?” he quipped.

“I loved it- Doctor,” you answered with a giggle.

As you nestled closer to him, he laughed back with you. The laughter made his body under your arms jilt up and down. The sound rumbled and echoed through your skin. There was something pure about it. Sweet.

He let go. But it felt too soon. You wanted to hold him for longer. Cuddle him. Kiss him on the cheek and forehead. Call him every pet name under the sun. You leaned on your side and traced the outline of his cheek down to his shoulder. He blinked and watched your hands, unused to the intimacy. Then he shifted closer to lay on his side parallel to you. You wrapped your arms around each other.

“Can I stay?” you proposed.

His eyes went wide. His jaw went slack. Then he nodded.

“Yes- Y/n, please! I never had anyone stay over the night…” he confessed.

Your eyebrows shut up.

“You’re kidding!” you gasped.

Comparing you to his ex-lovers on a first date wasn’t a wise choice for a man. But there was a sadness in his voice. It made you halt. It made you listen.

“They’d take me. And then they’d leave. Not say a word when I passed them at the store. Like I was no different than their plumber…”

You traced a finger over his bare chest. Drawing figures as he beamed down at you.

“Then I’ll stay…but I might need my toothbrush tomorrow. My breath will stink if you kiss me in the morning,” you reminded him.

“I’ll brave it then,” he responded.

He leaned in to kiss you. Both of you settled in closer. Never letting go of the other. Discussing everything. Discussing nothing. Your exhaustion from your orgasm won over and you both melted into a peaceful sleep, there in room 2505.

[holdmytesseract]

I got a Man - but I want You (18+)

Robert Laing x fem!Reader

Summary: Robert has been your best friend for quite a while. Now, you're on a party together. A heated discussion between the two of you about the 'usual topic' suddenly becomes more than just an argument...

Warnings: veeeery suggestive smut/light smut, cheating, quite a few swear words, alcohol, cigarettes, bad writing? Sorry to all the guys named Toby!

Word Count: 2,1k

a/n: Honestly, I have no idea how this one happened... I was just listening to 'You Right' by Doja Cat and saw a few pics of Dr. Laing and boom! Damn you, Hiddles - and your good looks! 😠 Nah, just kidding. I love him. 😂 I can't even tell if this is brilliant or an awful attempt at writing Robert Laing... 😅 Also, I rated it 18+, just to be on the safe side...

Tagging you guys from the Hiddles Taglist... @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814

...and a few peeps who I think might enjoy reading this - if it's even a joy to read it 😅... @michelleleewise @chantsdemarins @vbecker10 @lokisninerealms

"Stop that, please." I said annoyed, while reaching out my hand to grab the fourth - or fifth? glass of cheap champagne from the cocktail bar. "Stop what, darling?" I rolled my eyes. I was way too tipsy for having this conversation with him, but now that he set the ball rolling, it was most likely inevitable. Why couldn't he just listen to me once and do what I am asking him to do, without questioning it? "That, for example." I brushed past him, passed a lot of other party guests. We were at one of those amateur parties, they held at least four times a week. People, cigarettes, drugs and a lot of cheap alcohol.

My flight from him had been a miserable attempt to prevent the upcoming collision. It was always the same. "That what?" It was no use, of course. He followed me around like a lost puppy. Like he did so often. "Calling me 'darling' for example. Or following me around, wherever I go." He huffed out a breath and took a long sip from his drink. "Why? I thought you liked that." Once again, I rolled my eyes. "Do we really need to discuss this now, in between all those partying people, loud music and empty champagne bottles - again?" "Not when you're finally admitting that you want me." He gave me one of those ridiculously handsome and smug smiles and took another sip of his drink - what caused me to get even more annoyed. I groaned in frustration. He just couldn't stop this shit. "How many times, Robert... How many times have I told you, that we are just best friends. I don't want you!" I didn't realise that I had raised my voice - until I had finished my sentence and recognised how a few other party guests were staring at us. I clenched my jaw and rolled once again my eyes, before I grabbed harshly Robert's arm and dragged him behind myself, through the French door and out on the balcony. I didn't want to discuss that topic further with him when all those curious people were around.

"Why did you drag me out on an abandoned balcony then, when you don't want me?" The man in the deliciously sexy dark grey suit asked - wait, what? I shook my head and teared my gaze away from him, crossing my arms over my chest. "Robert... For the last time... I don't want you!" "Yes? Is that so?" The doctor leaned casually against the railing of the balcony and lit a cigarette. "Yes! We are best friends! Nothing more, nothing less! I have a boyfriend!" He frowned. "You meant you have a drag." I felt how the blood started to boil inside my veins. That smug bastard drove me so utterly mad. "Shut up, Laing! You're talking about my boyfriend!" Robert took a long drag of his cigarette, shaking his head. "Yes, but... Y/N. Let's be honest... Toby isn't the right man for you. Hence, he's not even a real man. Perhaps not even a boy. He's a milksop. A loser. A pussycat." I clenched my jaw, hands turning into fists. I was on the verge of punching this wanker in the face. The problem? Deep down, I knew he was right - and that made me even more angry. "I don't even know how Toby actually made it to be your so-called boyfriend. How could he get his hands on such a hot woman like you? I mean... You're way out of his league. You clearly deserve someone better, darling..." Robert smirked at me once again as he took a last drag from his cigarette, before he stubbed it out. "You, Y/N, are a power woman. There's fire and passion flowing through your veins. I know that. You..." He took a step closer. "… need a real man. Not such a wannabe alpha, who got stuck in puberty." I raised an eyebrow at him. "A real man?" Robert nodded, a seductive smile playing around the corners of his mouth. He took another step closer. "A real man, yes." And another. "A man who challenges you." By now he was circling me, like a predator it's pray. I felt how my heart rate picked up. His words sending shivers up and down my spine. On one hand I was utterly angry at him, but on the other... I had to admit that what he was doing triggered something inside me... Lust. "A man who can tame this fire." He whispered in my ear with a deep voice, before he walked back over to the railing, grabbing his half empty drink on the way and leaned once again casually against the it, taking a swig. His dark – and without a doubt sexy voice echoed in my head and caused another shiver to run down my spine. "Not such a milksop, who couldn't even handle a teenage girl." Robert continued, smiling in amusement.

I thought that was the end of his 'speech'; thought that the torture was over - but then he lunged out for the knock-out punch. The death sentence. The straw that broke the camel's back. "I bet he doesn't even know how to pleasure a woman of your kind in the right way." That was it. I had enough. "Must be so exhausting to pretend that the sex is good and that he's giving you a good-" I approached Robert at lightning speed, interrupted his sentence by grabbing the clueless man by the lapels of his suit jacket and slamming him against the nearby wall, causing a low huff to escape his lips. I looked at him with a death glare, kept him pinned against the concrete wall. He certainly didn't see that coming - but instead of apologising or pleading me to let him go, he just... started to laugh? "See? That's what I am talking about. You say you don't want me, but if that is the case, why does my words bother you that much? Why can't you just shrug them off and laugh about them? I recognise a sexually frustrated woman when I see one - and you, Y/N are such woman. I may be your best friend, but you can't keep your eyes off me." I wanted to speak up, say something, protest against him - but he shook his head, cut my attempt to speak on an instant off. "Don't deny it. You can't deny it. Did you really think I wouldn't notice the longing looks you're giving me? How your eyes are practically undressing me? The tension between us, whenever we are dancing together at the parties? How you were grinding your backside against my crotch? How our hips moved in sync to the rhythm of this ridiculous song?" His words left me speechless. I didn't even realise myself that I was doing this, but now that Robert had spoken it out loud it came crashing down on me. Deep down, I knew what I did. "I noticed everything, darling... Even if you're denying it now." I was so stunned, that he could free himself easily from my grasp. Robert straightened his suit jacket, "I would've never said no to you, you know... I had casted an eye on you from the first time we met. I could've made you mine a long time ago, but I didn't want to destroy your relationship, because you were happy – and that was fine for me. I want you to be happy. But… You're clearly not happy anymore - since months…" and turned to walk away, towards the French door.

I was like petrified. Robert had been right with everything he had said. I wanted him. I had always wanted him. The sexual attraction was there from the very beginning – just not as strong as it was now. I stopped seeing him as just a best friend a long time ago... And Toby? Well... He really was a loser, had no job, no perspective. I was the one, paying the rent. And our sex life? Don't get me even started... Robert was right - and that was the reason why I had to stop him. Why keep on lying to myself? Why still holding on to that 'milksop', when a real, devastatingly handsome man was right there in front of me? "Robert!" I called out his name - louder than I intended to. To my luck, he stopped in his tracks and turned around to face me. "Wait... Please." I added in a small voice. "You... You're right." I mumbled, looking defeated at him. His eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise. He clearly didn't expect me to actually give in and admit it. "You're right. With everything you said. Toby is such a loser. He brings about nothing. I'm the one who looks after everything and pays the bills, while he still believes in getting famous one day with his stupid inventions... It's not that I don't believe in him, but... Let's be honest. No human being on earth needs them. It is never going to work." I took a deep breath, eyes meeting Robert's oceanic blues again. Oh, those eyes... How much I loved them. I'd drown myself in them if I could... "He's a childish boy and will most likely never going to be a real man - and gods, yes... I need a real man. A man like you, Doctor Laing." Robert had listened to my words intensely. A playful smirk crept on his face at the last sentence falling from my lips. He ran a hand through his short blonde-brown curls, before he put the drink in his other hand on the garden table beside him. Then he stepped closer, shoved his hands in the pockets of the way too tight dark grey suit trousers he wore. "What's holding you back from having me then?" That one sentence, coming from those kissable lips of my drop-dead sexy friend, was enough to break down the barrier inside my head completely. There was no way I was able to hold myself back anymore.

So, I literally jumped him, grabbed his tie harshly to yank him down, our lips colliding messily in a passionate kiss and within seconds it was all teeth and tongue. My hands were buried in his hair, while his hands roamed the curves of my hips, pulling me closer - what caused our hips to clash together. A soft moan escaped my lips at the sudden contact, which Robert swallowed immediately with another feverish kiss. He maneuvered us to the garden table, walked me backwards until my ass hit the edge of the piece of furniture. For a short moment, he retreated from kissing me, his lips now red and swollen. "Are you really sure about that?" Robert panted, breathing heavily. "You're about to cheat on your boyfriend with your best friend, darling." He added, teeth grazing the pulse point on my neck, while his hands were working on shoving the red mini dress I wore higher - all the way over my hips. I nodded with closed eyes. "Y-Yes... I never wanted a man as much as I want you, Robert." I bit my lip. "If I am still able to walk straight tomorrow, then I am never letting you have a go again." Robert chuckled low, "Oh you won't, darling, I promise." and tapped the back of my thighs. A wave of arousal overran me at his words. "Atta girl, get on that damn table." Without hesitating a second, I followed his orders and sat on the garden table. Robert immediately kicked my legs apart and stood in between them, his lips finding mine once again. He shrugged his suit jacket over his shoulders and threw it carelessly aside, while I undid his tie and a few buttons of his shirt. I didn't make it to undo all of them, because Robert pushed me gently but firmly back, so that I was more or less laying on the dusty table. Then he grabbed my legs again and pulled me closer to the edge. When I suddenly felt his lips on the skin of my thighs, kissing and nipping, another moan left my mouth. "R-Robert... You d-damn tease..." He smirked at me and nipped one last time on my delicate flesh, before he quickly unbuckled his belt and zipped down the zipper of his posh suit trousers. I gripped the edges of the table, ready for a hopefully unforgettable ride. "Are we really going to do this now?" I panted, heart beating rapidly against my ribcage. "I-I mean here, on a dusty garden table? With dozens of people inside the flat, who could catch us any moment?" Robert looked up to me. Hungry eyes meeting mine, bursting with lust. "Yes, we do. If it means that I am finally able to fuck you, then it's a risk I am gladly willing to take." Before I even had the chance to answer, my best friend threw us over the cliff, sending us both into the deepest abysses of pleasure.

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there's something new coming that i'll be working on side-by-side with relinquish the crown season 1B, and i feel like announcing it now since the story's gone through phase 2 of 3 in my planning process.

coming soon: back to you – a 14-part Loki x Reader series

the plot: Years after a mission gone horribly wrong where Loki goes missing and is presumed dead, the Avengers receive a distress signal from a high-rise tower in London. They soon find that the signal came from one Dr Robert Laing, who bears a striking and eerie resemblance to the missing Asgardian.

the characters: Loki; Robert Laing; Thor; Stephen Strange; Banner; Frigga; Sif; Wanda Maximoff; Natasha Romanoff; Tony Stark

will there be smut? yes…for like 2 out of the 14 chapters

when can you expect it? soon-ish. lemme go through Phase 3 of planning and start writing out part 1 and then let's see where we go from there.

lemme know if you wanna be tagged for this series!

[wickednerdery]

Title: Lost Little Girl Author: @wickednerdery Fandom: High-Rise Pairing/character: Dr Robert Laing/Shy!Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: “There’s no one waiting for you there.” Notes: The full summary is with the Masterlist, but shout out to @sleepless-nights-with-your-king for coming up with the idea! Dr Laing’s always hard to write for me, so be gentle, haha! This section - which picks up the day after the prior one - involves hangovers, creepy kids, sex, masturbation, and eludes to sexual assault under the influence (of assaulter and assaulted both)…also it’s just generally creepy/dark…”Read More” always!!

The sunlight throbs through closed eyes, overheats body, as you sense someone nearby. Someone watching. Your eyes open slowly, weakly, as you save strength to run. Only it’s not Laing, it’s a boy. A tow-headed lad hidden behind a kaleidoscope pointed at you.

“...Hello?”

He pulls off the toy to reveal round, bespectacled, face; he’s not one of Helen’s. “Kaleidoscopes work ‘cause of mirrors, ones on the inside.” He goes back to his preferred view. 

“Uh...neat.” You’re too dazed, confused...There’s a sense you’re without things, bits of yourself.

“I can see the future with it.”

With every nerve fighting you sit up. “Oh yeah?” Look around, taking in where you are and searching for missing parts. “Anything good?”

“Go real slow, you’ll like it more and more. Take it as it comes, specialize in havin' fun.”

“Huh?” Nothing like waking up in a strange place with a creepy kid. “Uh...who are you?”

“Toby, leave her be.” The voice insists firmly, deeply, unmistakably Laing’s. His smile comes in the boy wandering off, calling for breakfast. “How are you feeling?”

You're lost little girl, You're lost little girl 

“...Fine.” Complete lie, you both know it. Every part of you aches, inside and out. It hurts to even lean away as he settles beside you; your stomach lurches when his hand pats your bare ankle. The touch triggers the realization; you know what you’re missing and curl up, back away fully. “I...” it’s not enough, you need to get away. Out of here. “Should probably get home.”

“There’s no one waiting for you there.”

You shift out of his reach as you stand, wobble slightly from foggy head. “Still, I should clean up...” You dip, rather than bend, to slip on shoes. “Go to work.”

“You work from home.”

Mouth opens to ask how he knows, but Charlotte’s familiar voice calls out. “Oh good, you’re up!” Memories of her, of her laughing and drinking, from the night before flicker through the haze of your mind. “You, my dear, are quite the party girl, I should have you over more often.” This time the laugh that slips out stops your heart; she knows exactly what happened last night. It’s nothing you wish to know, nothing you can move on from once you do.

You're lost... Tell me, who are you? 

“I...really have to go.” Get out of here: out this apartment, off this floor, away from this building. You smooth out dress and feel that missing part as lack of undergarment bares ass and sex to the stale air.

Laing’s hand is on the door before yours. “I’ll walk you back.”

“...Please...” Eyes wet, body shakes under the presence of his so close.

“What sort of gentleman would I be if I didn’t?” Door opens for you. “And I’m going that way anyhow.”

Forever a half-step behind, like jungle cat hot on gazzelle’s hide, the man seems to stalk. Seems to drive your speed, your direction, as you look at the fast-dirtying carpet rather than the man. Stains of alcohol, food, sex...blood? You cringe in the turn of your stomach, hold breath against the stench, until you reach the nearest working elevator. You reach for the button.

He reaches for you, fingers wrapping around wrist to pull you closer.

I think that you know what to do... Impossible, yes, but it's true!

“Dr Laing, I...” you go to pull back, his hold tightens. “Dr Laing.” The only force you have is in your voice, but even that breaks as he leans in. Closer...Closer... You stand, stunned, wanting to move but unsure what he’ll do if you refuse him outright.

DING!

You exhale relief, turn towards the elevator, only to find two bodies grinding hard, fast, into each other. Mouth drops, but eyes remain glued as the heat rises across cheeks and down chest. They ignore you. They ignore Laing. They grunt and hiss and fuck against reflections of themselves. The woman’s eyes catch yours and you drop gaze as that heat pools between, then dribbles down, thighs. It’s not the people, it’s the primal. To be that open, that uncaring of where they are, who watches them. ...Meanwhile you can’t even stop from squirming under Dr Laing’s own gaze as he watches you watching them.

“I can’t!” You give cry, snapping his hold and dashing off for the stairwell with racing heart and frantic mind. You can’t take him so close, can’t take seeing what arouses even as it disgusts. You can’t take feeling such strange, contradictory, things...You can’t take it here!

I think that you know what to do. Yeah... I'm sure that you know what to do.

Closed off, safe in your apartment, you turn locks. You swing and push and shove everything you have against the door, blast your music to drown out everything, and collapse back against the pile as you pant. One hand curls fabric of your dress, other slips under to feel the sticky heat of your own arousal.

“...Fuck...” Fingers slip inside, replace one vague sense of violation with another, clearer, one as palm angles against clit. Eyes close, body slips down to floor, and you rest head back. You let the lingering soreness from events unknown heighten the sweetness of now; you miss the blood, old blood, mixed in with the arousal, as you float away on lyrics and desire. “Fuck...fuck...fuck fuck fu...ahh...AHHHH!!”

You're lost little girl You're lost little girl You're lost 

Laing lingers, smelling sex through the door, as fingers rub thin fabric of lost panties. He hears you pleasure yourself, listens to orgasm ripping out your throat and thinks of the one he ripped from you the night before. You pretend not to know, not to remember. You act scared, unsure. You act lost, but he knows better. He knows what you desire, what you enjoy.

He knows you are meant for him.

Only him.

I mixed in song lyrics from the general period of the film again (something inspired by @wadeyouwitch‘s writings actually)…This one is You’re Lost Little Girl by The Doors. Toby himself also quotes “Take It As it Comes” by The Doors. I wanted to keep what happened after the last piece, throughout the remainder of the party, as vague as it might’ve been for the reader herself...but the suggestion intended is that Laing might’ve used his fingers on her, even caused her to orgasm, while she was under the influence of drugged punch...also he took her panties, of course, lol! And I know this one is a LONG time coming, so thanks everyone who comes back to read this after so much time has passed and, haha, I hope it was worth the wait. Seriously hope you guys still like this and it makes at least enough sense to kinda follow, lol!!

(Gif found on Google!)

Tagged: @sleepless-nights-with-your-king @chibiyanai @wadeyouwitch @lukeevansandjdmobession @n9yt1r1 @lokis-little-kitten @redfoxwritesstuff @merlinspantsandbeard @wolfsmom1, @vesperazylra @alexakeyloveloki @lucacangettathisass @lady-crowned-with-stars @cxberdoll @moonfaery @whovianwookie86-captainxev @ilovekingt @tarheelprincess83 @holykryptonitekitten  @lokigreyvatore @ifantasizeromance @annievvv7  @thegirlbeyondtheuniverse @archy3001 @wintertink @allforloki @creedslove  @thedevilkeepsadvertising @ty-picalfangirl @ms-lokis-nobody @devilbat @ultrarebelheart @libbymouse @kermitissexy @acrossyourneck @themanwithovtfear @fuckthatfeeling @allforloki @steph-1986 …Think I got everyone (and hopefully they’re still around, lol), lemme know if you want on or off the list! (Strike-throughs are those Tumblr wouldn’t let me tag)

[lokidokieokie]

Fic Recs

Please find the fanfic recommendations for the week of the 17/10 - 23/10

KEY: Smut/Implied Smut/Mature Themes = 🔥

Loki Laufeyson

Eight Years Later by @wheredafandomat

Loki’s Di-llama by @xorpsbane​ and @michelleleewise​ part 1 is only linked; read the story to find the rest of them :)

Pink Eye by @ladylovesloki 

Captain Rogers’ Big Day Out by @xorpsbane​ [Light 🔥]

Swipe by @theaudacitytowrite 

Mission First, Right? by @muddyorbsblr 

Don’t Stop on My Account by @lady-rose-moon 🔥

Unsolicited by @tarithenurse 

Rocking by @fictive-sl0th 

Memory Lane Collection by @heloisedaphnebrightmore​ 

Tom Hiddleston 

One Look and They’ll Know by @muddyorbsblr​ 🔥

Possibilities by @heloisedaphnebrightmore​ 

Dr. Robert Laing

Mrs Laing by @ladyfluff 

Miracles by @holdmytesseract 

Will Ransome

Halloween Imagine by @sserpente​ 🔥

Sherlock Holmes

Forever Yours by @bakerstreethound 🔥

Fine-Tuning by @bakerstreethound 🔥-ish

Stephen Strange 

Overprotective by @bakerstreethound 

Matt Murdock

I now have a new obsession with Matt Murdock....

Sick by @inkareds 

Give Up The World by @devils-dares 

[smolvenger]

Do any of y'all want to be tagged in my first High-Rise Fic?

Okay, guys. I finished a second draft of a fluff and smut fic about fem! reader being a tenant at the High-Rise and losing her virginity to Doctor Sexy himself, Robert Laing. Would anyone be interested in being tagged! Like I said, there will be smut, so 18+ for this one-shot, please!

[anotherwritersblog]

Title: I Want You

Pairings: Dr. Robert Laing x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit [+18 only}

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: explicit sexual content (p in v), implied sexual content, pardon the french (literally)

Author's Note: So this was written back in like August and stored far away into my notebooks when I watched High Rise, based all on that one kitchen scene. I may or may not have replayed that scene at least 3 times 😅 I love Seb and Chris, but Tom Hiddleston will always be my love 💖

Anyway, if you are under the age of 18, or you have no age in your bio, and I see you interacting with this post in any way, I am blocking you. I don't post a lot of actual smut, and I don’t think that I ever will after this. So please, just skip this and find another piece to read instead. I can easily recommend something if you need me to!

Spicy writing is not my forte, so bear with me here. I’m only posting because I’m actually proud of like 90% of the piece 🥺 Also, if you speak french, I just google translated what I needed, so I'm sorry if it was butchered in any way. Mistakes are my own.

Any and all reblogs/likes/comments are appreciated.

In no way, shape, or form, do you have permission to repost this anywhere.

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It has been at least two weeks since the power went out in our building. Filth and rubbish litter the hallways, the rooms, and the tenant’s minds. People have been partying, beating each other, and everything in between. It’s honestly a little terrifying and I had no one to go to. Except Dr. Laing.

It's crazy to believe that someone on his level would even give someone like me a glance. It wasn't until we both happened to be at the grocery store one afternoon, hands heading for the last copy of the Learn French book, that our they grazed each other before our eyes found the other.

I retracted my hand and slowly flattened the bottom of my white and green sundress. Eyes avoiding his gaze, I apologized. “I'm so sorry, Sir. Please. Take the book.”

“No, it’s quite alright, darling,” he grabbed the book, but, to my surprise, outstretched it to me.

I shook my head. “C’est bon. Je connais déjà le français. Je voulais juste le rafraîchir.” The man looked a little surprised.

I giggled and caught the gaze of those baby blue eyes. “It's ok. I already know French. I just wanted to brush up on it. Please. Take it,” I smiled at the tall man looking down at me.

“Well thank you…”

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you Y/N. I’m Doctor Robert Laing.”

From there it grew into bumping into each other every time we were at the grocery store or passing by in the elevator. Conversations grew and there was a time or two that we grabbed dinner at the restaurant in our building. I had been to his apartment once before, but that was about it. He was on a higher floor than me, the twenty-fifth floor compared to my fifteenth. But each time in passing, his smile would brighten the room just a little more.

Oh, that smile.

The only brightness left in all the darkness that has befallen our building.

That smile, is part of the reason, I decided to slip into one of the few sundresses I had left that wasn’t completely tattered, and slowly make my way up the stairs. Once I hit the twenty-fifth floor, I pushed the door open and walked until I saw what should be apartment 2505. That last number had gone missing somewhere into the abyss on the floor.

I knocked once, then twice, waiting for him to answer. There were several men at the other end of the hall, talking and raking their eyes over my body. My skin was crawling as I heard a low whistle travel from the other end. I knocked a third time, hoping Dr. Laing would answer soon. Thankfully, he did.

“Please, come in!” He pulled the door further open to an apartment full of unopened boxes, floor to ceiling full. I walked in as he closed the door behind me. When I turned to look at him, I noticed paint down his legs, splattered across his clothes, along his arms to the end of his fingers, and even around his eyes.

Oh, those eyes.

“I think I found the perfect color,” he said as he dragged me around the corner to his living area. It was this blueish gray that made the whole area a little brighter. He was looking around when I noticed his hand was still in mine. Well. More like engulfing mine, but there was a warmth that was starting to spread throughout my body.

When I slipped mine away, he looked down at me, with a bit of curiosity. “I grabbed the last Riesling at the grocery store when they started to have fewer items in stock. Figured we could enjoy it together.”

“That sounds lovely, my dear,” he smiled and nodded towards the kitchen.

I made my way and opened his cabinets, only to find his last clean wine glasses on the top shelf. I stood on my tip toes and started to reach for them. I felt my dress start to rise, and I knew I was starting to show more than I could bargain for.

I was almost able to grab one of the glasses when I felt heat against my back. I was gently pushed into the counter when I saw a hand reach just a little further than I was able to. He grabbed one glass and brought it down to hand to me. When he reached for the second glass, he leaned in a little further this time. That’s when I felt it.

What was being confined in his slacks, was being pushed against my ass. This pulled a soft moan from myself, tilting my head back, and hitting his shoulder. His hand that was once raised in the air, was now on the hem of my dress. His fingers ever so lightly moving underneath my dress, until he reached my hip.

“Dis-moi” Just tell me.

“Dis moi ce que tu veux.” Tell me what you want.

His other hand did the same, running under my dress, except this time, his fingers found their way to the front waistband of my panties.

I couldn’t remember the last time a man had touched me, let alone had me pooling this much. But he was everything I could ever dream of. Charming. Intelligent. Handsome. Kind. And at this point, there was no going back.

I leaned back into him and placed my hands over his. I slightly turned my head to look in his eyes and could only mutter out one thing.

“Je te veux.” I want you.

His hands were quick in slipping my panties to the floor and nudging my feet apart with his. I heard a zip and soon felt not only a hand on my hip again, but the feeling of his cock. He slowly rocked his hips, but the teasing was too much to bear.

I moaned a simple please and in one swift motion, he pushed his length inside of me. I grabbed the counter with both hands and pushed against him. His lips on my shoulder and neck before pulling out and pushing back in. He was slow at first, but soon found a rhythm that worked. One where I found enough pleasure to squeeze my entire being around him.

We were both feeling the rush, as he continued at a faster pace. My head leaned back into the crook of his neck, his hands gripping harder at my hips, and his breathing becoming more erratic. Neither of us could help the moans coming from either of our mouths.

His left hand reached between my thighs to find the one spot he knew would help add more pleasure to this ride. The pace and the feeling of his cock inside me pushed me further until he muttered two simple words.

“I’m coming.”

Those words were what pushed my coil to snap. Both of us were consumed with a pleasure so intense, neither of us were moving for minutes afterwards. He stilled inside of me, with his arms wrapped around my waist. He left his chin on my shoulder, as I tried to steady my breath, and match his.

Once we were both back in the kitchen, he pulled himself out of me, and left to grab a towel. I turned to lean against the counter, as I knew that my legs still weren’t reliable at the moment.

“I’m sorry darling, the water is a little cold right now,” he said before crouching to the ground and running the damp towel between my thighs. I don’t know if I gasped because of the chilly towel, or the fact that he started to lick everything that was dripping down my inner thighs.

A whimper escaped my mouth before my hands found their way to his hair.

I thought this adventure might have been a one and done type deal. But it was only just beginning.

[don-daygamerz]

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